I knock on her door. As I look down, I notice the door bell and yet still can’t seem to put two and two together. Before I can redeem myself of common sense the door opens…suddenly I can’t remember my name. Where am I? What am I doing? Am I wearing underwear? No, no…I never wear underwear.

There standing before me was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Somehow I was able to look her body up and down, every inch, without moving my head. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her smile alone could’ve kept me up for the rest of my life, her soft, thick, pink lips gently pressed together on one side, allowing space just enough to see her perfect white teeth. Her piercing blue eyes left a calm over me, a calmness that allowed me to notice how her beautiful brown hair seemed to gently brush back and forth on her shoulder, as if there was a breeze coming from somewhere in the house. As I looked at the way her body was just one beautiful curve after another some sounds became to come from my mouth,

“Hello.” What the hell was that? Hello? Well, go with it now…

“Hi” she said. Oh, she said hi…that was a beautiful hi.

I had to stop staring at the way the strap on her tight black dress seemed to slide of her shoulder without a single movement of her body, as if the strap wasn’t worthy to grace her soft, tanned skin. What the hell comes after hello?

“I’m really glad you came, I’ll admit I was a little nervous you might not show,” she said.

Ha! Oh, thank god…that was only in my head.

“I’m glad I came too…and don’t worry, I’m a little nervous also.” The remark leads her to smile again, allowing a sweet laugh to leave her mouth.

“Well, come in.”

I walk in following her every step, can’t help but noticing the way her ass moves gently from side to side with her steps. She begins to walk upstairs. I guess hello was enough. As we begin to walk in to her room she tells me that she forgot she needed to run to the store. I’m thinking it’s over.

“Can we go run to the store real quick, it will be just for a second…I’ll make it worth your time.”

We go downstairs and out the front door. I walk in front of her, sadly now I can’t see the great view, and open the door of my car for her to get in.

“Thank you,” she says, as her long, smooth legs turn into the car. I run around the front of the car, quick to get inside.

Before we begin to move I can’t help but see how that strap continues to fall, and as she places it back on her shoulders, she turns to show me again that beautiful smile, and those blue eyes, the right of which is covered by the fall of a few strands of her silky hair.

I begin to drive, following her directions. We begin to chat a bit, discussing the conversations we had over the phone for the past few days.

“Ready?”

I’m confused. “I’m sorry?”

It is then that she begins to reach over to my side, unzipping my pants. She undoes my belt and button, then begins to fumble with my boxers. I lift up to help loosen my pants down. She reaches to grab my now aroused, semi-erect dick. She begins to slowly stroke my cock up and down with her soft hands. She bends down and I feel her soft lips touch the head of my cock. She begins to trace the head with her tongue, then slowly moves her tongue up and down my shaft, every so often returning to trace the head. She looks up at me, those eyes again a pure delight. She continues to stare deeply at me as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, and begins to slowly move up and down. She now has half of my seven inch cock in her warm mouth. She moves up and down…up and down…stopping only to lick up my hard shaft all around.

She starts to stroke my wet cock, taking my balls in her mouth and tossing them up and down one by one with her tongue. I take my right hand off the wheel, noticing how her dress has hiked up around her curved hips, allowing me to slip my hand around her ass and into her black and pink lace panties.

I begin to caress the soft lips of pussy, gently moving my index and middle finger back and forth until I hear…and feel a soft moan from her mouth. I allow my fingers to slip in between her lips, each finger getting wetter and wetter with every slip. My finger movements begin to match the movement of her mouth up and down my cock.

At this point, I have no idea where I am on the road and begin to turn off into a vacant parking lot. As her moans begin to get louder as my fingers begin to go deeper, I stop the car in a dark corner of the lot. She lifts her head up to glance at where we are, her eyes again meet with mine. I remove my hand from her panties and tell her to move to the back seat. She crawls over the armrest, allowing me to smell the beautiful aroma of her perfume and wet pussy. She lies down across the seat; I crawl over, reaching over to hit a button that will recline the back seats all the way.

“Whoo!” She falls back and begins to laugh softly about her clumsiness; “thanks for the warning.”

The moonlight shines through the windows to reveal again that beautiful smile…I want her more than ever. I push her further down the seats and begin to push her dress up her soft stomach. I slowly kiss down her stomach, letting my fingers linger under her dress and onto her supple breasts. I begin to caress and pinch her firm nipples with my hands as I continue my kisses down to her waist. I remove my left hand and begin to slowly slide her panties down her smooth, long, silky legs. I toss her panties somewhere in the car and begin to immediately draw my attention to her beautiful pussy.

There was just enough light for me to see her absolute beauty. I begin to kiss around her soft lips, allowing the exhales from my nose to tickle her clitoris. I gently let my tongue move around her lips back and forth. Her sweet, wet cunt becomes my only passion. Sliding in and out of her vagina with just the tip of my tongue, I move my hand up to her mouth and let my fingers rest on her bottom lip.

She begins to suck on my fingers and moan as I change between soft kisses and licks on her pussy. I take my free hand and begin to slowly insert my finger into her vagina. With a sigh of pleasure from her, I begin to move my finger in little circles within her vagina, pushing up towards her g-spot, putting more pressure with my licks on her clitoris. I can taste the juices that exude from her…sweetness and the smell of lavender.

I begin to swirl my tongue faster and slower, faster and slower on her clitoris and lips as my finger movements begin to speed up inside of her. Her moaning starts to increase. With each of my changes from fast to slow, her moans begin to get louder and increase in speed. She sucks harder onto my fingers. I can feel the vibrations in her mouth from her moaning. Her tongue slides around my fingers as I continue the slide of my tongue around her, my finger now deep inside of her.

I begin to feel a rush of juices flow onto my lips and into my mouth as her moaning peaks. Her teeth begin to clench onto my fingers in her mouth, as I continue the movements of my mouth on her, slowly making my way up her waist…

My lips are wet from her juices as I slowly and softly kiss up her stomach, blowing softly and ending just underneath each of her beautiful breasts; her hands lift my face so are eyes meet again. She begins to sit up and I began to remove my pants, struggling with my shoes. She sits with her back against the door, knees next to her chest as she teases her finger in her mouth; a quirky, anxious smile on her face. She moves at me quickly, ripping off my shirt; I hear the fabric tear.

Were both hot, as our bodies our dripping with sweat and fluids…our breaths, deep and heavy. She pulls what’s left of her dress above her head. I begin to softly kiss and suck on her neck as she still fumbles with her dress. She grabs my neck and begins to push my head onto her chest. I begin to tickle her velvety skin with my tongue, gently biting her right nipple as she begins to breathe heavier and heavier.

With a quick movement, she swings her left leg over my lap and begins to straddle my chest. She sits up on her knees as I grab her hips and pull her closer to the head of my cock. She puts her hand onto my stomach, letting her pussy lips rub over the head of my cock. I can feel her wet pussy as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. I feel her lips grabbing onto my cock, the tightness of her pulling the shaft of my cock deep into her body. With a high pitched moan from her, I can feel I’m all the way in and the warmth from her rushes throughout my body.

She looks up as if waiting for word from the heavens as her vagina begins to adapt to the new fullness from my cock. I begin to push into her, letting myself fall ever so slightly, the head of my cock moving through her. She looks back down at me, a soft glaze in her eyes as she returns her hands onto my chest and begins to slowly move up and down on my shaft.

I can feel her tight lips gliding up and down my cock as soft as velvet. Her wetness and my precum mix together creating a lube for the ride, as her movements become quicker. I look down to see my cock sliding in and out of this beautiful woman, her whole body, absolute perfection of art. I sit up more and she throws her arms around my neck. We move into a full long kiss, our tongues meeting together in between her soft lips. I bite on her lower lip as she lifts her ass up and in, allowing the head of my cock to pop between her lips as she lowers herself back down. Our bodies, completely relaxed and full of pleasure rest on top of each other.

I rest my head on her shoulder, her arms to wrapped around my neck tightly as I use my right arm to grasp her waist tight, helping her slide up and down. My left hand rests on her hips as I use my thumb to rub her clit. I bring my hand up, we both have a taste before I bring it back down and begin to push onto her clit. With my right arm I pull her up and away, getting my cock to push up against her g-spot.

I lean back a little, letting the pressure push against her side. She begins to grind harder, letting her hands run through my hair and the hot air from her breath blow against my ear. I feel her vagina begin to pulse and get tighter, the pressure sounds shivers up through my body. Up and down, up and down, I feel her tighten. I feel the release of her as she sinks down deep onto my cock. Her moans give me the signal as I begin to feel my cock pulsate…my cum mixing with hers in a flood that leaves us both swept away. I grab her tight, our wet bodies come together. I meet her in long hard kiss, our eyes meeting together when we open. I let my hand rest on the small of her back as my other rests on her shoulder.

We lay back together, our breaths still long and deep. I hold her tight, brushing those few strands of her hair away from her eyes. She begins to show me that beautiful smile; then I can see her gently biting her bottom lip. I hold her as we meet in a soft kiss…absolutely perfect.

My life in New York City is stressful, so I was happy when my planned solo vacation to Cancun, Mexico finally arrived. Before I left, I took a moment to look in the mirror. I’m a 32-year-old, single woman who’s never been married and has no kids. I’m a brunette, 5-foot-5, and 105 pounds. I had a boob job a few years ago, and now I have nice C cups with perky nipples, that my friends always compliment me on. Since I love exercising outdoors, I’ve got a nice tan, and I hit the tanning bed, naked of course, to get rid of tan lines.

I must admit it’s been a while since I had sex, so I was getting ready to leave for Mexico, I was feeling very horny. Maybe, I thought, I’d meet a guy in Cancun who would sweep me off my feet and give my pussy the cock it desperately craved.

I decided to do something a little naughty before I left NYC and went to a plush salon and got a Brazilian wax. After it was done, I had a tiny, pencil-sized landing strip leading to my new silky smooth pussy. Why can’t I meet a guy, I thought!!! Wouldn’t he love to plunge his cock into my newly smooth pussy?

I celebrated my new Brazilian that night by laying in my bed, spreading my legs, and playing with my pocket rocket vibrator. It’s by far my favorite sex toy. I moved it over and over my clit with various speeds and pressures, as I pinched my nipples with my other hand. Soon a wave of pleasure swept through my body. I shuddered and moaned as the orgasm tumbled through me. Nice, I thought, but still not the same as a man thrusting his cock into me, then shooting his warm cum into me as both our bodies tightened.

The next day I flew to Cancun. I had a reservation at the Fiesta Americana Grand Coral Beach, which is a super luxurious hotel with a massive pool right on the Caribbean. I checked in, put on a string bikini and a sundress, and headed down to the pool.

The warm sun, tropical breezes and happy atmosphere made me even more horny. Lying in my chaise lounge, little trickles of sweat began to form all over my skin. I could feel my bare pussy under my bikini bottom, and wondered if anyone else around the pool could tell I was smiling because I was so happy about how pretty and perfect it was.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of sex. My nipples stiffened, forming little mountains against the fabric of my triangular bikini top. I didn’t dare touch my pussy in a public place, but I could feel it getting wet.

I wanted a cock so bad. I wanted to seduce a man, move my hands over him, fall to my knees, take his cock in my mouth. I’ve always loved taking control of a man with my mouth. Any man I’ve ever dated has always woken up in the morning with a warm, wet blowjob which always results in his cum ending up in my tummy.

But the reason I love blowjobs so much is that I know how to suck, stroke, lick and tease a man to the point where he wants nothing more than to be inside me. Feeling a cock inside my little pussy and knowing it was my talented mouth that made it so hard makes me cum and cum and cum.

I realized all that was missing from my poolside fun was a cocktail, so I headed to the bar for a margarita. I spotted a guy by himself chatting with the bartender, but thought, “No way could I meet a guy on my first day of vacation.”

But sure enough, we started chatting. He was just my type, brown hair, nice body, funny. He was also in Cancun on his own, and he asked me if I had been in the ocean yet. No, I replied, and we headed down to the beach to swim in the surf.

The afternoon progressed, and my new friend asked if I felt like going inside and taking a break from the sun. Good idea, I said, and we headed into the lobby.

We got another drink and I asked if he would mind if I paid a quick visit to my room to drop some things off. No problem he said, he wanted to do the same. Come up to my room when you’re done, he suggested, it’s got a view of the Carribean.

I dropped off my bag in my room and took the elevator up to his room. It turns out he had scored a suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and lots of other fun perks. We took a little tour and ended up admiring the room’s shower together. It was massive, with multiple shower heads, a little bench, stone walls and a rack of bath products.

“Actually a shower would feel good right now,” I said.

“Let’s take one,” he replied.

One of his hands touched my shoulders, and I almost melted. He gently removed my sundress, leaving me standing in just my bikini.

“I almost hate to take this off you, because you look so good,” he said.

But he slowly, seductively, removed my bikini top, pausing to kiss my neck and shoulders, then circling his tongue around my nipples.

Then he kissed my tummy, and undid the side strings of my bikini bottom. He smiled when he saw my pretty, new Brazilian-waxed pussy. I arched my back, thrust my breasts forward and made a seductive pose, teasing him.

As he admired my sun-kissed body, I made a move for his swimsuit. Pulling it down around his ankles, his cock sprang forth, clearly hard from the little show I put on. I kissed him, put one hand on his back, then with the other hand lightly stroked the head of his cock.

He moved me into the shower. Warm water cascaded all over our bodies. He rubbed soap all over me, and I loved the attention he paid to my titties and pussy. At one point he kissed me, and with his fingers lightly rubbed my clit. I breathed hard and moaned as he alternated between slow and fast. Electric sex feelings began to surge through my body.

I was close to cumming, when he turned off the shower. He put both my hands against the shower wall, spread my legs, then toweled the water off my body.

He led me to the room’s giant bed. We layed there for a few minutes, kissing, playing with each other’s bodies and listening to each other moan when something felt good.

I flipped him onto his back, then licked him from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. I wiggled my tongue into his cock slit, and listened to him gasp with pleasure. Then I took his whole cock into my mouth, coating it with slippery saliva. Now it was time to grasp him with my hand, to stroke up and down, while my mouth provided more wetness and my tongue toyed with his cockhead.

He quivered with pleasure. His hands grasped the sheets and his legs spread wider apart. Then I gave his balls a nice tongue bath, rolling each one around in my mouth. He was my sex slave, and my blowjob clearly had him under my spell. I could have easily brought him to orgasm, feeling his cock tip swell then shoot a sweet load of cum into my mouth, but no, I had something else on my mind.

I brought my body up to his cock, and lowered my wet pussy onto him. I arched my back and began riding him slowly. His eyes opened and began wandering over my body. Soon his hands were playing with my nipples.

My eyes closed, as I delighted in the feeling of his hard cock gliding in and out of me, rubbing against my clit deliciously. I reached back, stroked his balls and gave him a sweet smile. This made him even harder. I know all the tricks.

I rode him even harder. Something was happening to my body. It was like my pussy and my nipples were on fire. Then an orgasm began to start at the very back of my pussy. I rode a little harder and rubbed my clit against his cock. Suddenly I began to cum like crazy, moaning and bucking atop him.

I slowed down for a few minutes, but my new guy wanted more and he flipped me over. My pussy still felt wonderful. He played with my nipples, earlobes, belly button and pussy for a few minutes, then spread my legs.

His full cock was suddenly inside me, and he was pumping, and wiggling and moaning, his head buried in a pillow. I clenched my pussy muscles, then unclenched them, toying with him. I arched my back, raised my arms above my head and whispered, “Fuck me,”…trying to drive him insane with pleasure.

It worked. His cock got even harder. He was brushing against my clit again, and I couldn’t believe it when a second orgasm ripped through me. That never happens.

Something was happening to him as well. I could feel his cock head growing as it thrust into me. Then he started shaking.

I bit his ear lobe and whispered seductively, “Give me your cum.”

That did it. He roared with pleasure and I felt jets of hot cum start to paint the inside of my pussy. I clenched my pussy muscles, trying to drain his cock of his cum. His arms gripped me tightly as his cock pulsed. And soon he was still.

I rolled him over, then took his cock into my mouth, sucking it softly like it was a pacifier.

The last thing he said to me, before we both fell asleep, was, “You’re a goddess.”

We sat at the table. The morning sky was oppressive and dark, casting its shadow over our day already.

Our plans seemed to have evaporated into the darkness that covered the town, even at 9am. We were both a bit upset at this, and were not talking. There was a frosty silence, words had been exchanged, and pride hurt. We sulked.

We had planned for days, getting all our hiking gear together. Cleaning boots, washing socks and shorts, and airing our rucksacks. All that effort for nothing, we had just wasted our time. That was our reason for being upset, and we took it out on each other, which was very unusual. We never blamed each other for things that we had no control over. It was a measure of our disappointment that we had sniped at each other since we woke up.

I stared out of the window, wondering why we were so upset, it was after all only a walk in the country, and something we could do whenever we wanted. I turned my head, and saw the disappointment etched in your beautiful face. I realised that this would have been more than just a walk, it would have been a release of all the stresses and strains that had built up over the last few months. I chuckled, and your head whipped round, your eyes blazing.

“Babe,” I said, “it might be dark out there, but it’s not raining, the forecast was for it to improve, and, since we’ve got everything packed and ready to go, why don’t we just go?”

“What?” you replied, your voice rising with unsuppressed anger, “You said earlier that you’d rather not go out in the dark, because you didn’t think it was worth the effort, and now you just think we should go. Why the fuck have you changed your mind?”

“Well love, I was sat here thinking about why we were off out, and I realised that we both need to release some of our stresses and strains. So I thought, ‘what the hell’, and that’s why we should get up now, and just go.” I answered softly.

“Thank you.” You said, your eyes becoming very bright as tears began to form.

I stood up, and came round the table, and kneeling down, put my arms round you and gave you a great big hug, which you returned.

Drying your eyes, you stood up. I stood next to you, my arm draped comfortably round your shoulder, and kissed you on the cheek. You began to smile, for the first time, and I knew that I had made the right choice.

We walked into the hall, and picked up all our equipment, and left the house. The sky was still dark, but for some reason it did not feel as threatening as it previously had. We put all of the gear in the car, and I checked to ensure we hadn’t forgotten anything. After the delay and arguments of earlier, we were both raring to go.

You were driving, so I turned on the radio, and tuned it into one of our favourite stations. Show tunes blazed out, and we sang along, the arguments forgotten as we relaxed into our singing. The countryside passed in a blur as we made our way to the planned starting point. After our short drive, 45 minutes, we arrived. You parked the car, and we got out and stretched. I began to put on my boots, as you took a little stroll to the start of our trail. Once I finished, I removed the rucksacks from the car, and proceeded to check them out. I made sure that we had all we would need for the day, and some extra for emergencies. I liked to be prepared, it was something we always laughed about. You liked to joke that it was like being with a boy scout, I always said that it was better to be ready for things to go wrong, and you always called me a pessimist. I smiled as I finished checking the gear, and you returned from your inspection.

“Well babe, how does it look?” I asked.

“Not too bad, it looks a bit muddy at the start, but may be better further into the woods.” You replied.

“Ok, let’s get you into your boots, and we can start.” I said.

You sat on the back seat of the car, and proceeded to don your hiking boots, ensuring that they were tight, but not too tight. Standing up, you closed the door, and locked the car, and put the keys into your rucksack. I held your rucksack for you, as you turned round and slipped your arms through the straps. While you made yourself comfortable, I donned by rucksack. We were ready to go.

We set off, you leading the way, and setting the pace. W e walked in silence, glad to be out in the fresh air. The trail was a bit muddy, but still easy to walk on, and as we got further into the woods, there was less mud. We were happy, and I was very glad that we had left the house and done what we had planned.

As I followed you, I watched the movement of your bum. It nestled at the top of your long, shapely, legs, and barely wobbled as you took each step. I reached out and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Oi!” You yelped, as you felt my hand touch you. “This is no time for touching me up, that comes later.”

“Right you are darling.” I replied, grinning.

I follow on. Content to watch as you sway your hips, accentuating the normal movement, because you know I am looking at you.

I think about how gorgeous you look in your hiking outfit. The boots encase your delicate feet, and support your shapely ankles. I look at the back of your well-defined calves, and watch the muscles play as you walk. My eyes travel upwards, to the back of your knees, and travel over the smooth flesh of your thighs, upwards to the bottom of your loose shorts. I imagine the smooth silky flesh encased in your flimsy panties, knowing that you will be wearing one of your tight little g-stings. My cock begins to stiffen, and I have to make several adjustments as I continue to follow you.

We walk for several miles, deeper into the woods, our legs getting used to the walk. My eyes are fixed on your bum for the whole time, and it requires all my self-control to keep my hands off you.

“Shall we stop and have a rest?” You ask.

“Sure, babe, sounds like a good plan, there’s a log over there, we can sit on that.” I reply.

“Ok, but we’ll only take a short break, I don’t want to seize up this early in the day.” You chuckle, as we walk over to the log, and sit down.

We remove our rucksacks, and take out our water flasks, and sit next to each other, thighs touching, as we sip our cool water. I lean over, and rest my head on your shoulder, burying my face into your golden hair, and nuzzling against your neck. You giggle as I run my tongue round your neck.

“Stop it!” You shriek. “You know how ticklish I am, and how horny it makes me when you do that. Save your energy for the walk, and for when we get home, you’re going to need it, and that’s a promise.”

I lift my head, surprise etched on my face, and you laugh as you see my incredulous expression. I take your face in my hands, and pull you toward me, until our lips meet, and I kiss you passionately. We break apart, breathing hard, and struggle slowly back into our rucksacks.

As we start walking again, we stay side by side, and hold hands. I feel the smooth skin of your hand as it rubs against the rougher skin of my own. It is sending small electric currents shooting through my arm with each swing. I turn my head to watch your profile as we continue to walk.

I look up, and see through the canopy of trees that the skies are still fairly dark, but a lot less threatening than they had been earlier. I smiled to myself, and knew that it was going to be a good day, no matter what had happened at home.

We walked for several more miles, before you stopped suddenly.

“Sorry about this, but I need to go to the loo.” You said.

“That’s fine babe, there are a few bushes you can sneak behind. Since it’s getting on a bit, shall we find somewhere to set up for lunch?” I say.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” You reply, as you begin looking for a suitable bush.

You wander off and I walk a little further to a small clearing. I take off my rucksack, and begin to unload our food. I take out a little gas stove, and a small can in which to heat the water. Pouring water into the can, I light the stove and sit back and wait. I lean back against the rucksack, and watch for your return.

A few minutes later, you walk into view. I stare as you walk toward me, your fabulous body, you move cat like over the uneven ground, as your lithe grace carry’s you effortlessly toward me. I admire the way your breasts move slightly with each step, and the way your hair is blown in the slight breeze.

You stop next to me, and remove your rucksack. After dropping the rucksack on the ground, you stretch, raising your hands above your head. As your arms rise, the t-shirt you are wearing lifts a little, showing part of your smooth flat stomach. I reach up, and run my hand lightly over the exposed skin. It feels like silk, a small tremor ripples through your body, and I watch your breasts as they move slightly. You finish stretching, and your t-shirt once more covers your tantalising flesh.

I check the water, and find that it is ready to pour onto our freeze-dried food.

“Chicken or Beef, babe?” I ask

“I’ll have the chicken thanks.” You reply.

I pour the correct amount of water into the food, and seal the packets, waiting for the food to re-hydrate and warm through. We sit next to each other, and I stir some coffee granules into the remainder of the water, and pour it into two mugs. I slip my arm around you, resting my hand on your breast, and giving it a little squeeze. You sigh in contentment, and snuggle closer to me.

I slowly begin to rub your breast, feeling your nipple as it gets harder. You sigh, as I continue to knead your pliant breast. I turn my head, and begin to kiss your hair. You turn your face to me, and we kiss, a long slow languorous one, that curls my toes with its deep emotional feeling. We break apart, our eyes focused on each other, keeping eye contact as we both smile. I check my watch, and notice the time.

“Jees babe!” I exclaim. “We must have been kissing for five minutes, that’s amazing, I thought it was only a short one.”

“How time flies when you’re having fun.” You chuckle. “I guess that means it’s time for food then?”

“You bet. It should be ready to eat now.” I reply. “Tuck in, this is the chicken one.”

We sit back against the tree, and begin to eat our food, once more we settle down into companionable silence. The sounds of the woods begin to intrude on our peace.

My arm is draped round your shoulders, your head resting against me. I gently rub your breast, and you snuggle closer, giving me better access to your beautiful firm breasts. I indulge myself, by alternating between them, gently rubbing and pinching, softly, each nipple, until they are clearly visible, despite the material of your t-shirt and bra. You squirm against me as I play with your tits, and slip your hand onto the outline of my erect cock. You turn your face toward me, and our lips meet, in a deep passionate kiss, our tongues fighting. I taste your lunch, and push my tongue further in, to savour the flavour. You moan into my mouth, as my tongue sweeps around your oral cavity, rubbing against your teeth. Our hands meanwhile have continued their work.

You have managed to undo my zip, and slid your hand inside my shorts. You have grasped my cock, and are rubbing it vigorously. I gasp at the touch of your cool hand on my warm sensitive flesh. Our kiss breaks up, and I lean my head back against the tree, as you begin to slowly wank my cock with long slow strokes, which you know makes me wild with desire. My hand continues to play with your tits, as my other hand moves to your shorts, and slowly undoes the button, and then pulls down the zip. I slip my hand inside, and find the material of your g-string damp from your arousal. I gently rub your engorged flesh through the light silk, and feel your hand tighten on my cock as your pleasure increases.

I continue to rub you pussy, through the silk of your panties. You begin to push your hips forward, rubbing yourself against my hand, increasing the pressure of my caresses. I hook my fingers inside your panties, and rub my finger over your damp pussy lips, gently flicking your clit as I do. You squirm, and let a small moan escape from your mouth. I begin to roll your clit through my fingers, flicking it, and rubbing around it, stimulating it. Alternating between direct stimulation, as my fingers rub over the top, and flick it gently from side to side, and indirect stimulation, where I circle round it, avoiding direct contact. After several minutes of this, I feel you beginning to tense up, as you reach your orgasm. I rub your clit faster, and your body goes rigid. Your hand grips my cock very tightly, and your nipples stand out like fingertips, as tremor after tremor passes through your body as you submit to your orgasm.

I continue to gently rub your very sensitive clit, each touch bringing another shudder from your already over stimulated body. You relax as your orgasm slowly subsides, and you lean your head on my chest, as you once more begin to run your hand over my hard cock.

Suddenly, you stand up, and pull of your shorts and g-string. I gaze at your pussy, the lips swollen and damp. The smell of your arousal fills the air. Its heady scent turning me on even more than I already was. I reach for you, but you push my hands away, and turn round. I see the lovely globes of your buttocks, and reach up to caress them as you lower yourself slowly onto my lap. My hands hold onto your firm flesh, as you grab my cock, and guide it carefully to the entrance of your waiting pussy. You run my cock between your engorged pussy lips, coating it with the moisture that has collected there. You rub my hard cock over your sensitive clit, and we both shudder at the exquisite contact. As you shake with the building pleasure, I slide my hands to your hips, to help support you, while you continue to rub my rock hard cock around your pussy. You stop, and place the tip of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. I feel the warmth from your sexual centre as it begins to overpower me.

You sit down slowly, impaling yourself on my cock, with a smooth continuous movement you bury my cock in your warm velvet cunt. I sigh as I feel the sensations of envelopment. Your firm ass comes to rest on my stomach, and you lean back resting on me, with my cock penetrating you as far as you want it too. In this position, you control how deep my cock can go, by leaning forward, you are able to take more of, and by sitting up straight, you limit the penetration. I sigh in pleasure as you begin to slowly move up and down, alternating your position, from upright to fully leaning forward.

As your movements get faster, your breathing becomes louder and more laboured, as does mine. I feel the sweat forming on my forehead, and am glad that it is not a very hot day. I slide my hands under your t-shirt, and cup your breasts with my hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. I begin to knead your breasts, through the smooth material of your bra, feeling your hard nipples rubbing against my palms. Your body responds, you through back your head, and move your hips faster. The smell of our fucking rises from us, and I breathe deeply, enjoying our musky aroma.

I move my hands, and push your bra up and over your tits, exposing them to my grasping hands. I feel your cool flesh against my hands, and cup each tit carefully. Continuing to knead your breasts, I softly pinch each nipple, each pinch causing you to groan, and fuck me harder. My cock throbs as you fuck me, taking me deep inside your warm velvet tunnel. I lean my head against the tree, and close my eyes. I lose myself in the sensations that are emanating from my groin.

I feel your cunt gripping my cock, and marvel at your total control. You push back against me hard, and I feel the tip of my cock butt up against your cervix. You shudder at the contact, and move away, only to plunge backward again and again. My cock head keeps hitting your cervix, and your body gets wild each time it does.

Sweat runs down my face, and I feel my cock throbbing faster, as your cunt works its magic.

“I’m going to cum babe.” I gasp.

“Not in my pussy you’re not.” You groan. “We’ve some serious walking to do, and I want to be comfortable, I don’t want your cum running down my leg all day. Let me know when you are close, and I’ll finish you off the way you like it best.”

“Fantastic!” I gasp, as you draw my cock deeper into your willing cunt.

You change your style, and begin to fuck me faster and harder, slamming yourself back into me. I grip your hips, to stop you bucking yourself off my lap. I groan each time my cock hits your cervix, loving the feeling. I feel the familiar churning as my balls begin to pump my hot spunk into you.

You pull yourself off me, and quickly kneel down, and take my dripping cock into your mouth.

“Mmmm.” You moan. “This tastes lovely, no wonder you like sticking your face in my pussy.”

You suck my cock deep into your mouth, and proceed to lick and suck as if you were eating your favourite lollipop. I watch as you reach between your legs, and begin to rub your clit as you swallow my cock. I begin to tense up, as my orgasm builds, and then there is nothing but stars, as my balls pump jet after jet of hot spunk into your waiting mouth. You clamp your lips tightly round my cock, and swallow, not letting any of the protein rich fluid escape. As I pump the last few drops into your mouth, I feel you tense up, as you reach another orgasm. Your fingers bring you to the brink, having worked skilfully, and then push you over the edge.

You collapse on my groin, my cock still in your mouth, as you continue to suck and lick it clean. I reach between your legs with my hand, and slide a finger into your sopping cunt. Bringing the, juice covered finger to my mouth, I lick your tasty cum off it, and swallow. You lie, your head resting on my thighs, my softening cock slipping out of your mouth, your breathing returning to normal.

I roll you off me, and spreading your legs, plunge my tongue into your warm wet pussy, cleaning it of all the juices. I lick you as deeply as I can, and savour your unique sweet flavour. I avoid touching your, hypersensitive clit, but clean every part of you that has been moistened by your orgasms. I sit up, and look down at you. Your eyes are closed, and your chest is moving up and down, as if you had just run ten miles.

“That babe was a fantastic lunch!” I say. “I think I could live off that sort of lunch. Let me just say that eating you is one of my favourite things in the whole world. I just love it, and I think I could do it for days at a time. We’ll have to try it, what do you think?”

“Oh, yes!” You exclaim, your eyes snapping open. “That sounds like heaven to me, how about next weekend, we can just stay in bed until Monday morning, and I’ll just suffer the torment of orgasm after orgasm. Lovely.”

Your eyes sparkle as you speak, and I see your nipples harden under your t-shirt. I chuckle, and offer you my hand. You take it, and I pull you into a sitting position. We hug, and our lips meet in a fast hungry kiss. I taste our combined juices as our tongues meet. I pull apart, and stare deep into your eyes.

“Let’s get ourselves dressed, and finish this walk babe, and then we can continue with our physical pleasure in comfort at home later on. Is that a good plan?” I mutter.

“Marvellous!” You reply.

We stand, and tidy ourselves, it doesn’t take me too long, as I am still fully dressed. I slip my limp, well used, cock back into my shorts and close the zip. I watch as you pull on your panties, adjusting them so that they sit comfortably, and then slip your shorts on over the top. You then lift p your t-shirt, revealing your bare breasts, the nipples harden as they react to the cool air. You pull your bra back over them, and adjust them until you are once more fully supported, and ready to go.

We pack our lunch things away, and make sure we have left no rubbish, before donning our rucksacks and continuing our hike.

We walk for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. We don’t have any fear of getting lost, as we have been hiking here many times, and know our way round quite well. I walk up behind you, and give your bum a gentle pat, and you chuckle as I squeeze your buttocks.

We hold hands, and continue deeper into the quiet woods. I notice that it is getting darker, and look up. The clouds have increased, instead of grey they are now black, and it is getting colder fast.

“Shit!” I exclaim. “Looks like were in trouble babe. I think it’s going to rain, and we’re miles from any shelter I know of. What do you want to do? We can carry on, and hope we find shelter soon, or we can turn round and go back to the car as quick as we can.”

“I don’t know!” You reply. “I think we should carry on for a while, it might be a quick shower, and I’m enjoying my day, and a little rain won’t spoil it.”

“OK babe. We’ll carry on for a while.”

Just as I finish replying, the heavens open, and water comes sluicing out of the sky. Within seconds we are both soaked to the skin, our clothes plastered to or wet bodies. I look at you, and see your breasts outlined by the wet t-shirt and bra, and see that the cold water has made your nipples stand out again. I smile I love to see your nipples. We looked at each other, and began to slog our way through the pouring rain, looking for some form of useful shelter.

We struggled through the sheeting water, and the foot hugging mud, which had sprung from nowhere. Water ran into our boots, and made our progress extremely difficult. We held hands, helping each other through the worsening storm. Lightening lit the sky, followed by a tremendous crack of thunder, which startled the two of us. I looked at you and tried to speak, only to find my mouth fill with water, the moment it was open. I pulled you close, and whispered reassurances in your ear, as we clung together. Flashes of lightening illuminated the landscape like strobe lighting, giving an impression of stop-go rain. I spotted a darker area deeper in the trees, and guided you toward it.

As we got closer, almost drowning in the deluge, we both saw the opening. The next flash of lightening illuminated it, and we struggled toward it faster. We knew that this was our place of safety, our haven. The thunder assailed our ears, with its continuous, drum like, noise. We finally reached the opening, and fell into it, our bodies exhausted by the ordeal.

We were at the entrance to a cave. We stared into the blackness, and could not see anything. We were both a bit frightened, and very cold and wet. I stood up, and removed my rucksack, and then helped you remove yours. You were shivering, so I hugged you, and began to rub your back, trying to warm you up a bit.

“It’s alright babe!” I whispered. “We should be safe here until the storm blows over, and then we can get back to the car and home. We’ll be fine, just think of it as a new part of the adventure.” I smiled at you as I continued to rub your back. You began to relax, and smiled back.

I let go of you, and reached into my rucksack for the torch that I knew would be there. Switching it on, I shone it toward the back of the cave.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “This is a fantastic place, it’s huge, and it’s dry. We’ll have no problems while we’re here.”

You looked around, and nodded your head, still shivering.

I unpacked the rucksacks, to see what we had. I got the stove out, and lit it to try to get some warmth. I quickly looked round the cave and found, luckily, lots of dry wood. I piled all the wood together, and carefully laid out enough to get a good fire going. I switched off the stove, once the fire was going, and looked at our store of dry clothing. There was not enough, we only had a couple of jumpers, and these had both got wet in the storm.

The fire was burning merrily, giving off its light and heat. We were cuddled together, as close to the fire as we could get. I could hear the rain hammering into the ground, over the crackling of the fire. We weren’t getting warm or dry, and I knew it would take a long time for us to warm up.

“We’re going to have to get dry babe.” I say. “We’ll have to take this wet stuff off, and set it close to the fire to dry off. Otherwise we’ll stay cold, and get colder.”

“Yes. That’s the best plan.” You mumble.

“Come on then, let’s get naked!” I joke.

You look at the smile on my face, and giggle as I begin to slowly pull my clothes off.

“If you don’t hurry up babe, I’ll have to take matters into my hands, and strip you myself.” I say, and watch you eyes widen with delight, as I lean forward, and pull your t-shirt over your head. You sit there, your white lacy bra covering your firm breasts. I look down, and admire the sight. You stand up, and begin to remove the rest of your wet clothes, as I continue to remove mine.

It doesn’t take long until we are standing naked, our wet clothing spread round the fire, drying slowly. I wrap my arms around you, and pull you close, feeling your hard nipples rubbing against my chest. I hold tight, and gently caress your damp back.

We sit down, on the rucksacks, and move as close to the fire as we can get, without getting burnt. It doesn’t take too long for the warmth of the fire to make us feel better. I light the stove, and put the last of our water on to boil, for a cup of coffee to warm our insides.

While the water boils, I walk to the entrance of the cave, and stick the water bottle into the still pouring rain. It takes a few seconds, and once more we have a full water bottle. I walk slowly back to the fire, my eyes staring at your naked body. I feel the blood rush to my cock, and as I get closer, I feel it rise, until it is pointing straight up to the roof. You giggle as you see me standing there with my erection, slowly bobbing to the quickening beat of my heart. I kneel next to you, and lean forward pressing my lips to yours. I continue to lean, pushing you over onto your back. My tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring.

I support my body above yours, as you slide your arms around me, trying to pull me down. I slowly lower myself onto you our body’s touching from head to toe, as we continue our kiss. The fire warms our bodies and our lust heats our souls.

My hard cock is pressed into your pubic mound, and I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy. I break off our kiss, and slowly kneel up, spreading your legs wide with my hands as I look at your moist pussy. I sit back on my heels, and lean forward, to place a delicate kiss on the entrance to your sex. You gasp as my tongue slowly pushes its way into your hot wet depths, probing for your tasty juices. You sigh as my tongue works its way into you, lapping at the entrance, and then pushing inside, scraping against your sensitive flesh. I look up, my tongue still buried inside you, and watch your face, as I begin to fuck you with my tongue and mouth.

Your breasts rise and fall quickly, in time with your ragged breathing. I watch, almost transfixed, as your nipples become redder and harder. I reach up with one hand, while the other is slowly rubbing your hard clit, and softly flick each of your nipples. As my fingers rub your nipples, you moan louder, and your body begins to move about under me. I bury my head into your cunt, and slurp all the juices that are freely flowing. My fingers circle your clit, rubbing over it, occasionally, each time elicits a louder moan, and a bucking of your hips. I feel you begin to tense up, as your climax starts. Your thighs lock round my head, and you push your hips up, squashing your cunt harder onto my face. I feel the hot juices literally pouring into my mouth, and I struggle manfully to swallow them all. I stop playing with your nipples, and move my hand away from your clit, but continue to softly slide my tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. As your body relaxes, your legs release my head, and I slowly, and carefully withdraw my tongue from your warm velvet tunnel. You sigh as my tongue finally leaves you.

I kneel up, and look down at you. You open your eyes, and stare straight into mine. We both smile. The juices from your pussy begin to dry on my face in the heat of the fire the feeling is exquisite.

“I enjoyed that babe.” I pant. “I think we’ll have to do that again, very soon. I’ll just let you have a few minutes to recover a bit, and then we’ll start again. Looks like the rain wasn’t such a bad thing after all, huh?”

“I’m glad that we found somewhere to keep dry.” You reply. “At least it’s private, and now that we’ve got the fire going, it’s pretty nice. We’ll have to find this place again, on a nice sunny day we can do more of this, and not have to listen to the crappy rain. Now what were you saying about a repeat performance?” You smile.

“Well you did recover quickly didn’t you!” I laugh. “OK then, I fancy you sitting on my face, how does that suit you?”

“Ouch!” I groan. ”The floor not exactly carpet like babe, take it easy.”

“Sorry darling.” You reply. “I got a bit carried away, but I’m sure you’ll forget the slight pain in a minute.” You begin to giggle, and I watch with fascination as your breasts wobble gently in time to your giggling. I reach up, and cup both breasts, feeling the warm flesh, and the hard nipples as I squeeze them.

You throw your head back, and sigh with pleasure as I maul your dangling firm breasts. I tweak each nipple, pulling and pinching, careful not to hurt you, only to cause you immense pleasure. You shudder as your body goes through a mini orgasm. I see the pink flush of sex spreading across your chest and shoulders, and know that I am equally flushed.

I run one of my hands slowly down your firm warm body, sliding it between your legs, and slipping my middle finger into your ready pussy. You shudder at the intimate contact, and push down against my invading digit. I sigh as I begin to work my finger in and out, slowly increasing the speed and pressure of the penetration. I can feel your arousal as you produce more of your natural lubrication. I watch your face, as you close your eyes, and let the sensations from your cunt envelope your body.

I continue to plunge my finger into your slick velvety pussy, flicking your clit with my thumb, just to raise the level of your excitement. You throw your head back, and howl with pleasure as you reach another orgasm. My hand gets wetter as I feel your cum running out of your well fingered pussy. You relax as you come back down from your climax, and lean forward, your breasts dangling in front of my face. I take one of your hard nipples into my mouth and begin to suck it like it was the last sweet on earth. I hear you groaning as I suck harder.

You sit up, and pull your nipple out of my mouth, leaving it coated in my saliva. As you move to stand up, to reposition yourself, my finger slides out of your pussy. I raise my hand to my mouth, and lick the juices from it. I close my eyes as I enjoy the tangy flavour of your cum.

When I open my eyes, the fantastic sight of your pussy greets me, hovering a few inches above my face. I inhale deeply, smelling the aroma of your sexual excitement. I grab your hips, and pull your pussy onto my waiting mouth, and bury my tongue into your tasty cunt. I slide my tongue as deep into you as I possibly can, savouring the flavour, and enjoying the aroma of your sex. My hands reach round, and grip your firm tight buttocks. I feel your breath on my cock, as you lean forward, to kiss my thighs. Your kissing progresses over my balls, from one side of my body to the other, pausing as you take each ball into your mouth and softly suck them.

I gasp each time you do this, my mouth pulling away from your pussy. You push your hips down, crushing your pubic mound against my chin. I feel your juices being spread all over my face. I am in heaven as you take my hard cock into your mouth, and begin to fellate me.

I felt your warm mouth engulf the head of my cock, and it was all I could do to keep running my tongue between your pussy lips. Your lips clamped around my cock, and you began to slide your mouth up and down its length, taking as much as you could. Your fingers were busy gently playing with my balls, and the shaft of my cock that your mouth was unable to accommodate. I groaned in pleasure, as the sensations grew more intense. I felt your tongue sliding round the head, and flicking across the hole in the tip. I groaned again, this time keeping my mouth against your wet cunt, and allowing the vibrations to transmit themselves over your sensitive swollen lips. I felt you shudder, as the sweet sensations took over. My tongue began to lap its way from your clit to your anus, slipping its way deep into you as it passed your heavenly opening. I could feel your body reacting to my ministrations.

Your tongue snaked its way round my cock, pulling it deep into your warm mouth. I shuddered at the intensely erotic contact. My body beginning to shake uncontrollably as the pleasure built up. I tried to continue eating your pussy, but found the pleasure you were giving me too much. My mind was blown away, as you sucked my cock, like it was the tastiest thing on the planet. I could feel your fingers caressing my balls, as your lips slid up and down the hard length of my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my load, and summoning up all my strength, I plunged my tongue into your sopping cunt, and began to drink all your juices. I moved my tongue from your cunt, and began to flick it hard across your engorged clit. I can feel you jump at each contact, but you keep your mouth firmly clamped to my hard cock.

My cock begins to throb, as your tender ministrations bring it closer to the point of no return. I grasp your buttocks, and pull you down onto my face, mashing my mouth over your clit, and sucking it hard, as I slide two fingers, one from each hand, deep into your wide open cunt. You squeal with delight as I begin to finger your willing pussy. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of your throat, as you endeavour to swallow all of me. My cock throbs faster, and suddenly, it begins to spurt long streamers of thick milky cum into your mouth. I feel your body tensing, as the first ribbons of spunk hit your throat. You begin to spasm on top of me, and swallow all the spunk that pours from my pulsating cock.

I flick your hard clit, as I feel my cock unloading into your mouth, and slide my fingers faster in and out of your cunt. I feel moisture pouring onto my face, and open my mouth to swallow as much of your cum as I can, while still fingering you. My cock stops pumping spunk, and remains trapped in your mouth as you suck the last drops from it. I continue to softly lick your clit, allowing the lubrication you have so kindly provided to slide into my waiting mouth. I feel the tremors in our bodies subside, and leaving my fingers buried deep in you, I take my mouth off your clit, and take a deep shuddering breath.

“Fucking hell!” I exclaim, when I can finally speak. “That was just amazing, one of the most intense sexual experiences of my entire life. You are just fabulous.”

I feel your lips slide off my semi-hard cock, as you recover from another orgasm.

“I don’t know what to say!” You pant. “I loved every second of that, and when you stuck your fingers inside me, I thought I was going to explode. It was fantastic.”

“Glad you liked it babe.” I replied. “Come up here and give me a kiss, it’s time for a bit of a rest, we deserve it, don’t you think?

“Damn straight.” You say.

You roll off me, and crawl round, until our bodies are lying together, your right leg lying on top of mine. We kiss, deep and soft, relishing each other’s closeness.

I sit up, and reach over to get some more of the dry wood we had found, and add it to the fire to keep it going. I stare into your eyes, watching the flames as they dance in your sparkling eyes.

“Would you like a drink babe?” I ask.

“Yes please, that would be great. Do you have any champagne?” You query.

“Sorry Madam, but we seem to have run out, would water or coffee suit madam?” I respond, laughing as I do.

“Well, I don’t think too much of the service here.” You retort, your eyes sparkling with mirth. “I suppose I shall stick to the coffee. Thanks.”

I stand up, and as I move away you slap my arse, and laugh at the look of indignation on my face. I put some water on the stove, and check out our drying clothes. I feel your eyes on me as I move about, and when I turn round to look at you, you are staring at me intently. You smile at me.

“I just love watching you move around, especially when you are naked. All that toned muscle and lovely flesh, it’s very sexy.” You say, in response to my unasked question.

You blush a bit, and I can see your face start to go red. I turn away, and turn the clothes over, brushing them down, to remove some of the stones that were stuck on them. I spread them out again, and move back to the stove, walking slowly, to give you maximum viewing time.

The water boils, and I make the coffee, and bring the cups back over to you. I sit down, and rest my back against the wall of the cave. It is cold, and I shiver, almost spilling my drink. You sit up, and lean against me. I spread my legs, and you snuggle backwards into me, your bum pushing against my soft cock, while my chest rubs against your back. We sit there, letting the heat from the fire warm us, and dry us from our recent sexual exertions.

Neither of us wants to think about the fact that we will have to make a move to leave soon, or we will be trapped here overnight. I look over your shoulder, at the entrance, and see that it is getting darker already, and that the rain has not let up at all. I sip my coffee slowly, letting its warmth run through me, feeling it pool in my stomach. I reach round, and run my hand over your warm stomach, and you squirm back tighter into me. I feel your bum pushing against my cock, and feel the blood rush to my groin. I grin, as I feel my cock pushing against your arse, as it rises to attention once more.

“Again?” You chortle. “We’ll have to get trapped in a cave more often, it seems to turn you into a sex maniac.”

“Getting trapped in the cave hasn’t turned me into a sex maniac babe.” I reply, nuzzling your ear. “You turn me into a sex maniac. This is what happens to me all the time I’m with you. The difference is, that at the moment, I’m naked, and therefore you can see, and feel my reaction to your body.”

“Great.” You reply. “I think I need a rest, so you’re just going to have to wait, and keep that tool of yours under control.”

“Can do babe, I shall control my urges, but I’m not sure I can control my hands all the time.” I reply, as I slide my hand up to cup your breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice, I don’t mind you doing that for a while. You whisper, as my hand caresses your breasts, gently squeezing and holding each one.

We sat for a few minutes, content, savouring the feel of each other, and the taste and warmth of the coffee. My hand continued to caress and stroke, and you leant back against me, and enjoyed the attention I was lavishing on your firm breasts.

“You know we’re going to have to make a decision soon, don’t you?” You mumbled.

“I know babe, but I don’t know what to do yet, I haven’t got it straight in my mind. Let’s face it there are only two choices, stay or go. Looking at the state of the weather out there, I think we should stay, because it will be difficult to get back to the car quickly, and it is very wet and slippery out there. We’ve got enough food for tonight and tomorrow morning, so let’s just keep the fire going, and keep warm here. That’s my vote anyway. What about you?” I mutter.

“I was thinking along the same line, it would be more dangerous to try getting back while it is pouring with rain, we may as well keep dry and warm, we can get back to the car when stops raining.” You reply, in a quite whisper, your head resting on my shoulder.

I kiss your neck, and you squirm against me, the erotic contact of your bum on my cock, making it twitch. I hear you chuckle as you feel the movement against your skin. You turn your head slightly, dislodging my mouth, and plant a kiss on my cheek.

“Give it a rest!” You chuckle. “Now that we’ve decided to stay until the rain stops, I think you should restrain yourself, until we’ve had some food, and got something comfortable to lie on.”

“OK Babe.” I reply. “I think you’re right, let’s get things sorted for food, and somewhere to sleep. Shall I get the bedding sorted, while you do the food?”

“That sounds like a plan.” You say, as you remove my hand from your breasts, and stand up slowly.

I watch as your beautiful bum glides upwards before my face, allowing me a view of your still swollen and red pussy lips, framed by the neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. I sigh in delight as you walk away, swaying with each step. Can life get any better? I think.

I stand up, and survey the area, trying to gauge what we can use to sleep on, as we will be staying here for the night. There are some piles of wind-blown leaves stacked against the sidewalls of the cave, so I walk over to check them out, while keeping an eye on your gorgeous naked form. I check out the leaves, and find that they are mostly dry, and that they are not too old, looks like it is our lucky day, despite the rain. I gather the leaves, and move them closer to the fire, building as big a mattress as I can. I empty the rucksacks, and lay them on top of the leaves, to give us a better sleeping area. I survey my work and smile to myself. This will be fine, I think, we’ll be able to get a fairly good sleep on that.

I look over toward you, and see that you have got the water boiling, and have added the food to the pan to cook. Oh thank Mountain House for their freeze-dried foods I think.

As you slowly stir the food, I watch the movement of your muscles under your glowing soft skin, and am captivated once more by your sheer animal sexuality. My cock once more rears its ugly head. I sit down on the improvised mattress, and watch while you complete the re-hydration of our food. You flick your hair back over your shoulder, and I see your face in profile, the clear blue/grey eyes, the well-shaped nose, and the sexy pouting lips. I just lose myself in looking at your face.

I search through our meagre possessions, and find that we have a small bottle of brandy.

“Yeeha!” I shout, startling you. You look at me quizzically. “Look what I’ve found, a little gem, this’ll help us keep warm later on.”

“Lovely, it’ll help us sleep as well.” You say.

You pull the pan off the stove, and turn it off, and then serve the gorgeous smelling mess onto two plates. You stand up, and walk toward me, a plate in each hand. I watch, mesmerised, as your body sways, your breasts bouncing gently with each stride. All to soon, for me, you sit down, and hand me a plate of hot food. I lean over, and kiss you, and then pass you some cutlery.

“It’s a good thing we pack well, isn’t it?” You ask

“It sure is babe, we’ll pack even better next time, a spare set of clothes, or some blankets wouldn’t go amiss.” I reply.

“Not to worry, we’ve got each other, and the fire, I’m sure we’ll think of something to keep us warm later on.” You reply, your eyes arching suggestively.

I chuckle, and we sit close to each other, and finish our hot food. The fire feels good, and your closeness relaxes all my tensions, although my cock continues to stand to attention as visible proof of the affect your nearness has on me.

You finish your food before me, and walk to the cave entrance and peer out into the gloom. You hold the plate under the pouring water, and give it a quick wash, using the power of the rain to clean it. I watch the play of muscles in your legs, buttocks and back as you lean to clean the plate. Once more I am transfixed. You turn and see me staring at you, and laugh as you spot the fork hovering midway between the plate and my mouth, frozen in place. I recover from my stasis, and quickly finish the rest of the food, and follow your example by using the rain to wash the plate and cutlery. I grab the coffee mugs and the cooking pan, and quickly rinse these as well.

By the time I have finished, you have sat back down, near the fire, hugging yourself to get warm again, and I am starting to get cold where the rain has splashed on me. I hurry back to the fire, and sit down close to you, putting my arm round your shoulder and pulling you close. As our bodies touch once more, shivers pass from one to the other, magnified as they bounce between us. I hug you tight, until we have stopped shivering. I feel the heat of the fire starting to do its work, and I relax again. I feel you arms slide round me, and we snuggle closer. I feel your breasts resting against me, and I feel your chest move each time you take a breath.

I push my face into your hair, and smell your wonderful scent. I can smell the remains of your shampoo, clean and sharp. I kiss the top of your head, and we hold each other tight, just happy to be close.

I begin to stroke your back, and feel your hands mimicking my actions. I shiver as your hands softly caress my back. I feel your lips on my neck, kissing me softly, moving slowly from side to side, over a very small area. I sigh with pleasure, and lose myself in the soft kisses I am receiving. I reach lower, and begin to rub your bum, knowing that you like it, and loving to do it. Your kisses get harder, and I can feel your breasts pressing harder against me, your hardening nipples pushing against me. I begin to kiss the top of your head, moving around as far as I can, without dislodging you from my neck.

Our caress become more insistent, your hands gripping me hard, my hands sliding under your buttocks, and pulling you even closer. You stop kissing my neck, and swing your leg over mine, until you are sitting astride me, my cock trapped between us. I grab your face with my hands, and pull your lips tight to mine. We kiss hard and fast, our tongues battling as we try to satisfy our lust.

I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy, as you grind yourself against my hard cock. I groan at the contact, loving the way your pubic hair rubs against my sensitized cock. I keep my mouth lock on yours, as I feel your hand slide between us to grasp my cock. You lift yourself up, keeping your mouth firmly attached to mine, and position the head of my cock at the entrance to your wet pussy. I gasp into your mouth as I feel the dampness starting to coat my cock, and the, all enveloping feeling as you plunge down, impaling yourself in one swift motion.

Our kiss breaks at the electric contact, and we both draw deep shuddering breaths. I can feel your heat through my cock, and the beating of your heart through your breasts. I hold tight, and let our natural breathing return, the movement causing you to rise and fall slightly on my cock. The feeling is divine, and I try to hold onto it for as long as I can, before my animal passion takes over.

I can feel your body beginning to move as your passions take control, and your movements trigger my instincts. I bury my face in your breasts, and begin to suck each in turn. You throw back your head, and begin to ride me, thrusting down harder each time. We begin to grunt, fucking each other harder. I begin to thrust up, to meet your downward strokes, slamming our groins together, lost in the throes of passion, oblivious to anything but sexual release. I grip your arse, and help you move faster, pulling you down, so that each penetration feels like I am reaching your heart. We moan and whimper as the tempo increases, sweat beginning to form on our hard working bodies, aiding our movements. I feel your hands on my shoulders, helping to lift you up, before you drop down again. I suck your nipples, alternating between them. I hear you whimper loudly as my passion gets the better of me and I bite one of your nipples hard. I release the pressure, and continue to buck underneath you. You shudder as the simulation pushes you into orgasm, your body going rigid, and all your movement stopping. I am beyond stopping, and continue to thrust hard, I feel my balls tighten, and my cock begins to pump spunk deep into your cunt. I feel your muscles tensing, pulling me deeper with each jet of spunk. I gasp a huge rasping breath, and fall backwards, worn out. You stay sat up for a few seconds, and then fall slowly forward, resting your body on mine.

We lie entwined, our juices mixing inside you, and dripping slowly onto my softening cock, which begins to slip out of your, well fucked, pussy. I hold onto you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, as our breathing gets back to normal.

The heat from the fire relaxes us, and our exertions take their toll. The subdued sounds of the fire and the pattering of the rain outside form a backdrop to our relaxed breathing, as we fall asleep.

I stir, feeling your comforting weight lying on top of me. I shiver, as my body reacts to the temperature. I look at the fire, and see that it has burnt down to the embers, and is giving very little light, and no heat. I wrap my arms round you, and feel your cold skin. I roll over slowly, laying you gently onto our makeshift mattress. As I release you, you murmur in your sleep, and curl up into a little ball. I stroke your hair, and kiss your cheek before standing up.

I quickly find the pile of dry wood, and add more to the remains of our original fire, watching as the embers find the new fuel. The wood begins to burn, and more heat and light is produced. I shuffle close, and warm my hands. I check our clothing, and find it is still slightly damp. I move it nearer the fire, and sit back down next to your sleeping form. I carefully pull you close, trying not to wake you. You snuggle into my arms, and I warm your back, by gently rubbing it. You stir, and then snuggle back into my arms, as you feel the warmth of the fire, and the rising heat from our contact.

I hold you tight as I feel your steady breathing, as you settle back into a deep sleep. I stare out of the cave into the darkness, and listen to the rain. I think back over the past hours, and a huge smile forces its way onto my face, despite the situation we are in, we really have had a good time. I lean over, careful not to move you, and kiss the top of your hair, smelling the mixture of sweat, shampoo, and the smoke from our fire. I continue to cradle your sleeping body, watching over you, like a guardian.

I watch your body move as you breathe, admiring the gentle play of muscles under your silky skin. I gently caress all the parts of you that I can easily reach, running my hands softly over your pliable warm flesh. I can feel my body reacting to your closeness, and my soft ministrations.

My body becomes extremely sensitive, and I can feel the air moving across my stomach as you breathe out. I continue to stroke your flesh, keeping away from areas that will turn me on too much. I concentrate on your back, and feel you squirm as I rub it. I watch your face, as I caress you, seeing the deep peace that exudes from you. I know the feeling, like looking up to the stars at night, and seeing the vast emptiness, and knowing you have a place in it.

You begin to stir, and I look up, noticing for the first time that it is beginning to get lighter. There is a silence, respectful and deep as if the whole forest had become a cathedral. I notice that the rain has stopped, at let out a huge sigh of relief, which wakes you up with a start. I look into your wide eyes, and smile. You sit up slowly, and we hold each other tight, our lips meeting in a deep lingering kiss.

We remain in the embrace for several minutes, glad to be together, and to have survived the night. We release each other, and I stand up. You stare up at me, a question in your eyes, as I walk to the cave entrance.

“Just checking what the conditions outside are like babe.” I say, in answer to your unspoken question. “Wow! It’s lovely, the sun is out, and the trees are sparkling in their coat of water, and the ground’s steaming. It looks stunning.”

I feel your arms slip round me from behind, and your breasts pressing against my back. Your hands reach down, and grab my cock and balls. I jump as you squeeze them softly. I stand there, and enjoy the sensation of your hands skilfully bringing my cock to full attention. I hear you chuckling as you continue to stroke my, now throbbing, hard cock.

“This is a nice way to start the day.” I croak, as you press your breasts harder into my back.

“Yes, but isn’t it a nice one?” You query.

“Damn straight!” I exclaim.

I stand there, my legs beginning to shake as you continue to play with my cock. You let go with one hand, and move round to stand in front of me, and stare into my lust-filled eyes as you begin to stroke up and down, from my balls to the tip of my cock. I shudder at the sensations I can feel building inside me. I lean forward, allowing you space to continue you work, and place my lips on yours, staring into your eyes as our lips meet.

I reach up with my hands, and cup you breasts, feeling the soft pliant flesh give as I squeeze. I push my tongue into your mouth, as I rub your nipples, feeling their hardness. You arousal matches mine, and I slide my hands around you and pull you close, trapping your hand between us. I slide my hands down, and grasp your firm buttocks, and pull our groins together, pushing your hand and my cock hard into your pubic mound. You groan at the same time as I do as our bodies respond to the animal desires in us. I let you slide your hand out from between us, and then pull us close again. You rub your groin against mine, in a circular motion, as you bring your arms up and wrap them round my neck.

I grip your buttocks tight, and pull you even tighter, I feel your body melting against mine. I lift you off the ground, and you oblige by wrapping you legs round my waist. I slip my hands under your legs, and hold you, felling the dampness of your thighs. I lift you higher, allowing my cock to break free. You hold yourself up, allowing me to grab my cock, and place it against your open, wet, cunt. I feel you lowering yourself, slowly impaling yourself on my rigid cock. I grasp your buttocks tight, and push up with my hips. I feel my cock slide easily into your waiting hole.

I shudder as my cock slips all the way into your moist cunt. I feel your legs quivering as I hold onto you. You level yourself up, using your arms on my shoulders, I help lift you up, allowing my cock to slide almost out of you, and then sliding back down. You shiver as my cock fills you.

I start to shake, as you thrust your hips up and down, moving my cock in and out of you in small motion. I fasten my mouth onto your neck, and begin to kiss you, as I try to thrust into you harder. I start to find it hard to breathe, as the exertion takes its toll. Carrying you, I turn, and slowly walk back to our makeshift bed. I kneel down, ensuring that my cock remains planted in your welcoming cunt. You gasp as I stop holding your legs, and let your body slide down, allowing the whole length of my cock to slip inside you.

You grip my neck with your arms, and lock your legs round me, as I kneel down, so that you are sitting in my lap. I then lean forward, and place my hands on the ground, and walk them forward, until your back touches down, and I allow my bodyweight to push down on you.

We lie, unmoving for a few seconds, before you unwrap your legs, and slide your hands down to grip my bum, urging me to push deeper into you. You begin to rock your hips, holding me in place. I shiver as I fell your cunt gripping and releasing my cock. I lift my torso off you, and begin to fuck you in earnest, my cock sliding in out of you, pushing deep inside with every stroke. As I push in, I lean forward, and suck one of your nipples into my mouth, biting it, and flicking it with my teeth and tongue. You moan and writhe underneath me, pulling hard with your hands, your nails digging into my straining buttocks.

I release your nipple, as I struggle to breath, my body jerking violently, as I try to satisfy our needs. I reach back, and grab your legs, pulling them up, so that your knees are drawn up to your chest. I look at our joined groins, and then look at your face. Your eyes are closed, and your mouth is open, drawing air in as quickly as you can, as I begin to ram my cock into you harder and harder. Our breath comes in great gasps. I feel your body quivering, and then tensing as you begin to orgasm. The walls of your pussy grip my cock tight, drawing me in deeper with each of your orgasmic contractions. I stop moving, determined not to ejaculate just yet, as I want to give you more orgasms before I cum.

I kiss your legs, as I kneel there, my cock buried deep in your tight cunt. While you are still in the throes of ecstasy, I carefully roll you over onto your side, ensuring that my cock stays planted inside you. As you begin to come back to reality, I begin to slide in and out of you again, you groan as my cock keeps hitting your cervix, slightly harder with each stroke. I pull your right leg straight, and push your left leg up to your chest, as I continue to slide in and out. I can feel the sweat beginning to run down my back, as I watch small beads of it form on your forehead. You cradle your head in your arms, and moan with each thrust. I can see that the moans are from the pleasure my cock is giving you.

I work my right hand between your legs, and begin to carefully play with your hard clit, while my cock continues with its careful piston like motion. I feel the warmth from your pussy, as I play with your clit, each touch causing you to twitch with pleasure.

“God this is fantastic!” You pant. “Don’t fucking stop, I need you to keep going, make me cum again and again and again!”

“That was my intention babe.” I gasp. “I’m going to fuck you so much that you can’t walk properly for a week.”

“Brilliant!” You exclaim. “Less talk, more action.”

“My pleasure!” I cry, as I hammer my cock as far into you as I can.

With your vote of confidence, I proceed to slide in and out at a faster rate, my finger flicking and rubbing your clit, until I feel you shuddering and once more going rigid as another huge orgasm wracks your body.

Your body shivers and shakes under me, as I continue to pump my cock into you, while you recover from your latest orgasm. I roll you onto your front, my cock stuck inside you, as if we have become one entity, joined at the groin.

We are both covered in sweat, our sexual efforts having helped to raise the temperature of the cave by many degrees. I kneel astride you, my cock pushed inside you, held slightly at bay by the firm flesh of your bum. I begin to knead your arse cheeks, as I slowly move in and out of your tight cunt. You push back at me, with each of my forward thrusts, trying to get the deepest penetration you can. I run my hands over your back, massaging you on the outside with my hands, as my hard cock massages you on the inside.

I grab your hips, and slam my cock hard into you. The resulting slap of flesh on flesh reverberates round the little cave. We both giggle. I do it again, and we both hear the squishy sound as our wet flesh hammers together. You squirm underneath me, and I lean forward, pinning your arms above your head. I begin to kiss your exposed neck and upper back, while I pump my hips against you, driving my cock into you with each hard thrust. You grunt as your body is overwhelmed by another orgasm. I push my cock into you, and hold onto your bucking body, my kisses still raining down on your neck and back.

As your body relaxes once more, I slide my stiff cock slowly out of your, now soaked, pussy, as I begin to kiss my way down your back. I reach the small of your back, and slowly circle it, kissing all the time. You moan softly as I continue down to the top of you buttocks, slowly and softly kissing each millimetre of your luxurious flesh. I begin to kiss over the mounds of your buttocks, alternating between soft gentle kissing, and short little nips with my teeth. You jump slightly at each sharp contact, your breathing speeding up as my kisses move lower. I run my tongue between your buttocks, lightly rubbing your anus. You shudder at the contact, and with a totally involuntary movement, spread your legs wide.

I plant my face between your open legs, and begin to lick you from clit to anus, in long hard strokes. You writhe as I slide my tongue between your puffy lips, licking and swallowing the tasty juices. I run my tongue between your firm bum cheeks, my fingers busy playing with your sensitive clit. I feel the pulse of your body, as you react to my touch. You pant, as you rise towards another explosive orgasm. I slide my tongue over your anus, coating it with our mixed juices, my saliva, and your tasty cum. I move my tongue to your sopping cunt, and still softly flicking your clit with my fingers, plunge in. My nose sits in your bum crack, occasionally rubbing your anus, as my tongue probes the very depths of your open pussy. I feel my chin getting wetter, as your pending orgasm lubricates your cunt. My fingers flick lazily over your engorged clit, feeling the moment your body reacts to the impact of another orgasm, as your clit hides behind its protective hood.

I hold onto your hips, and bury my face in your cunt, my tongue lapping at the bounty your latest orgasm is producing. I swallow as much of your cum as I can, savouring the delicate taste, and ensure that my face is coated with your smooth juice. I slide my tongue up from your clit, through your moist parted lips, over your buttocks, giving each cheek a little bite, up over your back, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. You shudder as my lips find your sensitive neck, and then sigh with delight as my hard cock finds its way back into your waiting cunt.

I stroke my cock in and out a few times, penetrating as far as I can, slapping my groin into your arse, the sounds once more filling the chamber. I groan at each stroke, desperately trying to keep going but starting to get close to orgasm myself.

“Kneel up for me babe!” I whisper. “I don’t think I can last much longer, and I still want you to cum one more time before I do.”

“Oh wow!” You croak. “I’m nearly fucked out, I think you were right when you said I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week.”

“Fantastic!” I reply, as I slide my rock hard cock out of you.

You let a little yelp escape as my solid cock slips out of your pussy. I sit back on my heels, my cock pointing to the roof, as you slowly lever yourself up onto your hands and knees. I stare intently at your legs, seeing the opening between them revealed as you spread our knees slightly, and place your head on your arms, leaving your cute bum stuck up in the air, just waiting for my attention.

I slide my hand carefully between your legs, running my fingers from your clit to your cunt, slipping two fingers into you. I feel you push back against my hand as my fingers begin to probe inside. I kneel up, and position my throbbing cock at the entrance to your pussy. I remove my fingers, and with a little jiggling, slide my cock into your waiting tunnel. I gasp as I feel your hot tightness close over my erection.

I grasp your hips with my hands, and begin to thrust in and out, ensuring that you are comfortable, before sliding my cock fully into you. You gasp and draw in a huge gulp of air as my cock bangs against your cervix. I feel the pressure on the head of my cock, and push in all the way. I begin to move in and out of you faster, feeling my balls slap against your pubic mound with each inward stroke. I thrust hard, grunting with each stroke, as I try to get more cock inside you. You push back against me, with every stroke, helping to set the pace.

I slide my hands forward, over your back, and then slide them round to grip your swinging breasts. I groan as I feel the hard nipples scrape across my palms, and grip tightly as I pump in and out. Our bodies squish together, a splatting noise emanating from our joined groins. I play with your nipples, rubbing and pulling as my cock continues to pound your willing cunt. I slide my hands back to your hips, and grip hard as I increase the speed of my fucking, feeling you tense as another orgasm starts. I slide one hand round, and begin to rub your clit, increasing the strength of your climax. I can feel your cunt walls contracting with the waves of your orgasm, and I push as far into you as I can, feeling my cock begin to pump streamers of my hot cum deep into you.

We collapse in a heap on the make shift mattress, my cock slipping out of you as we fall over, exhausted. I stare at your, well fucked, pussy, and watch as our mixed cum begins to run slowly out. I snuggle close to you, and give you a huge hug. You melt into my arms, and we lie there, not moving for several minutes, before we realise that we are getting cold.

I roll over, and reach for the clothes, which we had left by the fire to dry, and pulled them toward me. I sorted them out, and handed your gear to you. We both stood up, and quickly got into our dry clothes. We felt warmer immediately. I got some more logs, and put them on the fire, to bring the temperature in the cave back up. We sat back down, next to the fire, and snuggled together, your head resting on my shoulder. I kissed the top of your head, and smiled to myself.

“How about some food and drink babe?” I asked. “I think we both deserve it after our recent exertions.”

“That sounds great, but I don’t think I’ve got the energy to do anything yet.” You reply.

“No need to worry babe, because for some reason I am full of energy. You just sit there and stay warm, and I’ll get our, well earned, breakfast ready.” I say, my voice full of energy.

“Thanks.” You reply, tiredly.

I move away, and get all the things we need, freeze dried bacon and eggs, and strong coffee. I watch you as I get the food ready. I can almost see the aura of sexuality that radiates from you, and I feel my body react to the thought of what we have just done, and what we will do in the future.

With the breakfast ready, I walk over to you, carrying the food, and the drink. You look up as I stand over you, and we smile at each other. You take a plate and a cup, and I sit down next to you, our thighs touching. I feel the warmth from the fire, but the electric heat from your hot flesh. I look at your legs, and smile. I concentrate my mind back on the food, and begin to eat. We both wolf down our food, and gulp our hot coffee, as we try to get fully warm.

I leave you sitting by the fire, as I begin to pack our gear, rubbish as well, into the rucksacks. I get every thing into one rucksack, and check that there is nothing left behind.

“Come on babe, we’d better get back home for a nice long hot shower, and some sleep in a decent bed.” I say.

“Yeah, sleep that sounds like a great plan.” You reply, looking over at me, a twinkle in your eye.

I pass your boots to you, and join you on the floor, as I slip my feet into my, still damp boots.

“Yuk!” You exclaim. “My boots are still wet. Horrible!”

“Not to worry babe, we’ve only got to walk for about ten miles, so they won’t do you any damage.” I say, as I lace my boots up. “Besides, mine are still wet too.”

“Fair enough.” You say. “At least we’re in the same boot, sorry, boat!”

I offer you my hand as I stand up, and pull you to your feet. You sway unsteadily, and take a few tentative steps.

“These ten miles are going to feel like a hundred.” You mutter. “You really did a good job of making walking difficult for me with that last session.” You chuckle as you look at me, and I laugh as well.

“In that case, you’ll be pleased to know that there isn’t anything for you to carry on the way back, I’ve got it all in the one bag, and I’ll carry it.” I chortle.

“My hero.” You laugh.

We embrace, and our lips meet in a short but intense kiss.

I walk out of the cave followed by you, and quickly stoop down and pick up a huge handful of mud. You look at me quizzically.

“Just going to put out the fire babe.” I say. “I want to make sure that it can’t re-ignite, so I’ll use the mud as a final covering for it.”

You nod your head in reply, as I wander back into the cave and stamp out the remaining flames with my boots, before slapping the mud over the top. There is a little smoke, and the wet mud steams as it cools the hot wood. I check to make sure that there is no chance of a fire restarting, and leave the cave, satisfied that we have left it nearly the same as we found it. There is one difference, which I only really notice as I walk back out into the fresh morning air. The whole cave is imbued with the smell of sex. I turn and look back at the entrance, and smile to myself before turning back to you, taking your hand, and walking slowly away from our little love nest.

We walk along the trail, back toward our parked car, the weak sunlight not really warming us, but more welcome than the rain of the previous day. We chat about the coming week, and other inconsequentialities as we stroll slowly along, our hands locked together. Neither of us wants to break the magic that seems to have settled on us after our afternoon and night of passion and animal lust. We are both content to let the walk warm us through, and get our blood pumping again.

After a couple of hours of walking, we decide to take a short break, and each wander off to relieve ourselves, agreeing to meet at a suitable fallen log. I get back first, and grab some water out of the rucksack and sit down. I watch you as you walk toward me, your usual walk slightly distorted, as you compensate for the feeling of a well, fucked pussy. We smile at each other, and I offer you’re the water, which you take gratefully. I stare at your neck as you lift the bottle and drink deeply.

I reach out, and grab your bum and pull you close to me, resting my head against your stomach, as my fingers gently caress your firm arse, through the material of your shorts. You finish drinking, and lean forward, the lower slopes of your breasts pressing on the top of my head. I sigh. I run my hands up and down your back, over your bum and down your legs, lightly tickling as I go. You begin to chuckle, and squirm in my grip. I love the movement as your breasts begin to rub harder on my head. I lean back slightly, and lift my face, allowing your breasts to rub across my nose and mouth. I open my mouth, and try to bite each breast as it passes. I can see your nipples outlined by the tight material of your t-shirt and bra. I hold you tight, and bury my head between your warm firm, upright breasts.

You slide your hands down my back, and then slowly lower your body, until you are kneeling in front of me. Our lips meet in a sizzling kiss. I feel all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as our tongues fight each other. My hands grip your pert bum, and softly caress your firm buttocks, eliciting a moan from you. I feel your hands slipping between us, rubbing over my hardening cock. You deft fingers undo the zip, and slip inside my shorts, quickly grasping my erect cock. I shudder and groan at the contact.

Your free hand quickly undoes the button of my shorts, and you pull my hard cock into the open air. I grip your bum tightly as you begin to run your fingers up and down the length of my cock, softly rubbing my balls as you reach the base.

Our tongues continue to fence, sliding from one mouth to the other, in an unending battle for supremacy. I grip your tongue between my teeth as you gently squeeze my dangling balls, and sigh in pleasure as your hand closes round my shaft and begins a slow stroking movement. I rub your bum, loving the feeling of your firm flesh, as you squirm against me.

With a huge sigh, you break off the kiss, and sit back on your heels, your hands still playing with my throbbing cock. I let my hands drop to my sides, and look at you. You look me in the eye and smile, as you lean forward and kiss the end of my cock. I close my eyes as the pleasure courses through my body, little electric currents sending sparks through my brain, as you kiss the whole of my cock. I feel your tongue slide from the tip, all the way along the underside of my cock, to my pulsating balls. I groan as you take my balls into your mouth, and swirl them round, carefully flicking them with your clever tongue. I lean back, and enjoy the sensations that are flooding through my body as you continue to suck my balls, and wank my cock.

I feel you sliding your tongue back up the, sensitive, underside of my cock, and brace myself for the pleasure as you slide your mouth over the wet head of my dripping cock. I feel the head of my cock sliding against the roof of your mouth as your tongue continues to run over the sensitive underside. I start to shudder as you play with my balls, squeezing them, and not releasing the pressure. I try to thrust my cock deeper into your mouth, but you pull your head away, and place your free hand on my stomach, holding me back. I try to control the impulse to grab your hair, and fuck your mouth, as I feel you take my shaft deeper into your mouth.

I open my eyes, and stare down at you, as you slide up and down my hard shaft, your mouth locked onto it like it is the best thing you have ever tasted. You look up and see me watching you, and I see your eyes sparkle as you smile round my invading cock. You slide it deeper into your warm mouth, and suck harder than you had been. I close my eyes again, as pleasure explodes behind my eyes, fireworks going off in my brain, so loud and bright, it’s a wonder you can’t see them.

I feel the familiar lurching in my balls, and the feeling that my cock is growing bigger as my body rushes to the abyss of orgasm.

“I’m cumming Babe!” I gasp. “O fuck, I’m cumming.”

I feel the spunk beginning to pump up the length of my cock, as my cock seems to swell in size, becoming the biggest thing in my universe. I feel my cock throbbing as it spurts glob after glob of hot thick semen into your waiting mouth. I feel your tongue clasping the underside of my cock, as you swallow each jet of spunk. Your lips are sealed round my pumping shaft, and nothing escapes, as you swallow each thick load that I send jetting into you. I shudder as my consciousness returns to my brain, after it’s trip to my cock. I look down at you, as you continue to suck my cock, and lick the head, pulling all of my life giving juices out. I shudder again as you pull your mouth off my cock, and proceed to lick the whole shaft, smiling all the time.

I collapse onto the log, spent. You chuckle, as you watch my cock go limp in your hand. I lie on the log, my mind still swirling with the power of the ejaculation you had just bought about.

“Bloody hell babe!” I exclaim. “That nearly blew the top of my head off, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly for a while after that.”

“Excellent.” You chuckle. “That was the idea, it gets you back for making it uncomfortable for me. It was good though wasn’t it?”

“Good? It was fucking amazing. I felt like you were sucking my soul out through my cock. It was intense.”

“Magic.” You say, as you lick your lips seductively. “Let’s have a quick drink and then get back to the car, I really want to get home for a hot shower and some sleep.”

“No worries. I agree, that a good night’s sleep might help us recover from all the fantastic sex we’ve had, especially since it was all unplanned. I think we’ll have to come back here again, and see what happens next time, what do you think.”

“I’m looking forward to it already, but let’s get going, before we both seize up.”

I nod my head, and pass you the water and you take a long drink, and pass the bottle back. As I take a drink myself, I feel your hands on my soft cock, as you slip it back inside my shorts, doing up the zip and button, and giving it a final pat.

We stand up together, and kiss deeply, our tongues duelling once more, our arms pulling us together, pressing our bodies close. We break the kiss, and holding hands we continue our slow walk back to the car. I slip my arm round your shoulders, and you lean your head against me. I kiss the top of your head, and smile.

Our gentle stroll comes to an end as we exit the woods, and find ourselves back in the car park. We look at each other, beaming, and walk jauntily over to the car. We load all of our gear in the boot, and sitting on the backseats, change our boots. I look at you, and notice your eyelids are drooping again.

“Thanks, that would be great, I do feel like I’m falling asleep already.” You reply, yawning.

I grab the car keys, and get in the drivers seat, while you get yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. I turn on the ignition, and the car fires up first time. I drive us carefully out onto the main road, and set off for the town, a mere 45 minutes away.

I reach over, and lay my hand in your lap, as we speed along the highway. I start to gently rub around your groin, and decide to slide my hand inside your shorts. I quickly open the button and zipper, and plunge my hand inside. You squirm down on the seat and spread your legs as wide as you can. I slip my fingers under the waistband of your g-string, and rub gently over your soft pubic hair, luxuriating in the soft downy texture. I take a quick glance at you, and am almost transfixed by the swift rise and fall of your breasts, as my fingers begin to rub over your clit.

I slide my fingers further down, and carefully spread your pussy lips, allowing access to your moist velvet tunnel. I insert a finger, and push it as far in as I can. I hear your gentle sighs, as I begin to slip the finger in and out. I rest my hand on your pubic mound, and use my palm to rub gently round, as my finger continues to probe. I can smell your arousal and I feel my cock hardening once more, I seem to be insatiable. I remove my finger and bring my hand up to my mouth, and lick your tasty juices off it.

Having cleaned my finger completely, I slip my hand back inside your panties, and begin to stimulate your clit again. I feel your hips pushing up, as your body tries to help with its pleasure. I quickly slip two fingers into your wet pussy, delighting in the squelching sounds as I fuck my fingers into you. You begin to make louder noises as you climb the slope to the height of orgasm once more. I continue to finger fuck you, and occasionally rub your hard clit. I feel your hand join mine. I glance over, and watch as you begin to play with your clit while my fingers work their way into and out of you. I feel the walls of your pussy grip my fingers, pulling them in deeper, as all the muscles in your body contract in orgasm. Your fingers move from your clit, and hold my hand, not allowing me to move anymore. I am content to sit there with my fingers held in your receptive pussy, as you recover from another orgasm.

I continue to drive, as you lay on the seat, exhausted. My fingers begin to move again, and you let out a little cry of alarm, as you quickly pull them out of you.

“No more.” You beg. “I appreciate the thought, but I just can’t take anymore, I’m knackered.”

“OK Babe.” I say. “I understand, and I hope that you enjoyed it all.”

“Yes I did.” You reply. “I just need a rest, and my pussy needs a rest.”

“Well we’re nearly home, so it might be a good idea to sit up and fasten your shorts.”

You lean over and kiss me on the cheek, as you adjust your clothing, and close your shorts. I suck my fingers, once again savouring your beautiful taste. I pull into our drive, and park up. We both get out, and wearily unpack the car. We walk slowly into the house, and put the gear down in the hall.

“Stuff tidying up now, I’m going to run the bath.” You say, as you walk slowly upstairs.

“That’s cool babe, do you want some food and drink?” I ask.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You reply.

I watch you walk up the stairs, staring at the movement of your tight buttocks in the shorts.

“You’re gorgeous you know that don’t you?” I shout to you.

You look over your shoulder at me, alluringly, and smile.

“I’m glad you think so.” You say, as you turn the corner and disappear.

I hear the water running into the bath, and walk into the kitchen to fix some food. I put on the kettle and get out a loaf of bread. I make some thick ham and cheese sandwiches, and a big pot of coffee. I put the food onto a tray, and walk upstairs to the big bathroom.

I walk in, and put the tray on the small table by the bath, and wander into the bedroom. I watch as you shed the last of your clothes, and stroll past me back into the bathroom. I pat your cute butt as you pass and you squeal at the contact. I hear you step into the water as I remove my clothes. I wander back into the bathroom, and look at you, immersed in the water, eating a sandwich and drinking coffee.

“Room for another one in there?” I ask.

“But of course kind sir.” You reply, chuckling.

I step into the warm water, and sigh as the heat immediately starts to ease my aching and tired muscles. I grab a sandwich and my coffee, and eat as we sit in companionable silence.

We both relax as the warm water works its magic, to relieve the aches and pains of our night of bad sleep and great sex. With our food finished, we both wash our hair, getting plenty of bubbles as we smile at each other. You turn round, your back to me, and pass me the soap. Needing no encouragement, I begin to wash your shoulders and back, gently soaping the whole area, running my hand over your smooth warm flesh. I reach round, and begin to soap your chest and breasts, as you lean back into me. I soap your breasts and stomach, the suds running down into the water as I rinse you off. I cup your firm breasts, and kiss your neck.

You sit up and turn round again, and reach for the soap. I sit still as your smooth delicate hands begin to wash my chest. You move closer, and slide your hands around as you wash my back. As you lean forward to complete the task, your breasts rub against my chest, and we both sigh. I put my arms around you, and we hug, happy to be together. I kiss your forehead, and start coughing, as I taste the shampoo. You laugh as you pull away, and duck your head under the water to rinse your hair. I follow suit, and we are soon both clean.

I stand up, and get out of the bath, grabbing a big towel, holding it open for you. You step out, and I fold you into the towel, and begin to rub you dry. We snuggle together, the towel keeping our wet flesh apart. I move away, and get myself a towel, and we watch each other as we dry ourselves. Giving your hair a quick rub, you grab the hair dryer and begin to blow dry it. I sit on a stool, and watch as you lean forward, showing off your tight bum. I reach out and gently stroke it. You murmur as I continue to caress your bum. As you finish your hair, I stand up close behind you, my hard cock resting against your firm buttocks. You giggle as you feel my cock rubbing against you.

“You’re a bad boy. I would have thought you’d had enough today.” You chuckle.

“Sorry babe.” I reply. “It really does seem to have a mind of its own.”

You turn round in my arms, and hug me to you, our bodies touching from toe to chest. Our lips meet in a slow deep kiss. My hands cup your buttocks, and squeeze. I feel your hands on my buttocks, as you copy my movements. I break away from the kiss, and look deep into your eyes.

“Enough already babe. I think we both need some serious sleep. Let’s face it, tomorrow is a work day, and we’ve got things to do.” I whisper.

“You’re right, and to be honest, I don’t think I could manage sex again today.” You sigh.

We walk hand in hand to the bedroom, and slide into the cool bed. We snuggle up close, and turn out the light.

I whisper. “Goodnight babe, thanks for a wonderful weekend, here’s hoping that we have more of the same in the not too distant future.”

“It was my pleasure, definitely my pleasure, and I’m up for more of the same sometime soon, but right now I just want to get some sleep.” You murmur, as your eyes close.

I kiss your cheek, and settle down, cuddled up behind you. Very soon, as I watch the rise and fall of your breasts, I hear your steady breathing as you sleep.

I lie awake for a while thinking about the weekend, and eventually fall asleep, a huge grin on my face, with my hard cock pressed up against your firm bum.

Over the years I have been asked, occasionally coerced, to perform various tasks, deeds of valor or otherwise, Some I have elected to fulfill, others not, for reasons ranging from personal preference to circumstantial inability. Never though have I been asked, up until this week at least, to fuck someone verbally. That isn’t to say I can’t or even necessarily that I don’t wish to – it is simply a dynamically unusual request.

Now when it comes to fucking people, one has to look at the deed firstly in its most basic and in actuality, rather comical form. Typically, one can expect to find one (at least) rampant male, hormones in free-flow having cornered, subdued or in the worst-case scenario – paid for a women, in whatever circumstances have drawn the two together. Having most usually removed her clothing, or if patently desperate, simply her panties, he then pinions her to the floor, bed, wall, rear car seat or chandelier and inserts, with varying degrees of indignity, his vastly over-rated penis into that natty little lipped sac between her legs. Grunting, jerking, slobbering – more often than not all three, he will then rut away with completely uninhibited delight seeking to reach a chemical plateau at which point his DNA-soaked sperm jam up and jelly tight before crossing that bridge at a brisk pace, to the woman’s ovulation-freeway. It is this transitional period, the male finds vastly to his liking.

During the “fucking phase” men are not known for their literate dialog. How many other ways after all, can one express the notion “Oh yeah hun,” “Take it deep babe,” or “Ride my dick slut,” without resorting to laughable clinicisms such as, “I say Julie, would you mind awfully if I shoved my rather engorged penis way up inside your devilishly hot vagina for just a few minutes?”

So immediately you can see we’re talking here a whole new creative ball-game. When a girl says to you “Fuck me verbally please,” she is wanting “communicative purpose,” “depth of shared emotion,” “experiential guidance,” at the very least, some innovative and passionate appreciation of her femininity.

So too is she entitled to that.

Sex via the written word.

The quintesential chat-room opening “What color panties you wearing luv?” might be seen as an example of this. In fact, all this ever achieves is to confirm the moronic status of the male participant. Think about it! Its hardly going to turn the girl on is it? – she already knows what color knickers she has on. It’s like most every other aspect of male sexual behavior – geared principally to the achieving of his own gratuitous satisfaction. Egotistical endplay in other words.

With regards therefore to the young lady who made the rather poignant plea for me to “fuck her verbally,” this is the very least I can do. Now whilst this is in the way of a personal reply and I composed this for her specifically because of the wonderful person she is, I’m sure she will not mind if I add the comment that what I write has relevance to every other girl on the planet, uniquely desirable as every one is in their own way. No two ways about that. If it were possible, I would be there with all of you and I would love you all equally. If when you have read this and hopefully having followed my (deliberately) obscurely referenced byplays at various intervals, you then close your eyes, you will realise that in fact I am with you. I always was!

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How exquisite you are! Have you ever really looked and realised the privilege it has been to be born female? Tonight, I will make you more aware of this fact than ever you have been. I will bring you to to the gates of your own temple.

How did we arrive at this confluence in our lives? It doesn’t really matter does it? Merely that I am here and that I want to share a gift with you that so few understand, let alone respect.

Ahead of anything, I want you simply to be aware of your body as you read. Feel how snug your beautiful breasts are cupped in that little bra. If you concentrate enough you will be able to feel your nipples, even as you breathe. Besides their naturally intended use, they utterly define your femininity. If you feel like caressing them, please do. Imagine soft lips, whether your child’s, mine or a future lover’s, drawing down softly in what is ultimately, merely a quest for comfort. A flared memory recalled fleetingly. The protective instinct and cradled safety of a mother’s arms down through the ages.

Even at this early stage, the slightest of physiological changes are taking place in your body. Besides the slightest swelling at the base of your nipples caused by blood transfer, the imperceptible increase to your pulse-rate and the delicate flush resident now in your cheeks, you know even without the confirmation of touch, that within, moves are most definitely afoot to facilitate my participation.

Marginally unsure of exactly what is to happen, you sit there gazing at me – a little girl of eight, a nervous teenager, an adult female on the verge of a completely new discovery….a pastiche of all these. The only two things you sense with any conviction – that you are ultimately safe and that you want what it is that I possess. The key to your complete sexual fulfilment. I know not how or why I came thus equipped, merely that I did and that much like the full-moon itself, circumstances inevitably fall into a precise alignment that was set in motion long before either of us were born.

I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours.

Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. That you may or may not have loved another before matters but little. This is tonight. With me you are the breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin you always were and in my experience always will be.

Your pupils dilate slightly as I kneel in front of you and take your hands in my own. There are so many things I could say, but words are superfluous. You know how I feel, you can see that in my own pupils.

My eyes caress you – from the curve of your breasts, a hint of which you quite deliberately permitted by your choice of top, to the flair of your hips and the hidden recesses between your thighs. You are not offended by my gaze as there is nothing to be offended by. Never was my glance lustfully motivated, simply steeped in appreciation and wonderment of so perfect a creation. Some of what I feel, you sense and instinctively your hand rises to your own breasts before you realise what you are doing. Swiftly you drop your hand back in your lap.

Even as the blush rises in your cheeks, I gently take a hold of your hand and raising it with fixed deliberation, replace it beneath your right breast. I encourage you to once again cup yourself and in fact cover your hand with my own. Together we begin to caress the softness that God has given to you and you let slip the slightest gasp. Watching as you rub yourself softly at the behest of my own hand I am totally aroused myself. More than anything I want now to suckle you and to draw your nipples between my own lips. How easy it would be……and how ill-timed.

Edging closer, I lay you gently back in the chair and very gently take a hold of both your legs some six inches or so below the knee. I feel, rather than hear the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that flits across your pretty face. You make no move to either sit-up or stop me however and I am happy for the trust I know you feel. Inclining my head, I kiss your knees and am aware immediately of your pleasured wriggling. Making deliberate eye contact, I pull apart your knees but the slightest angle.

Sitting there, you can hardly believe the moisture that is gathering in the main assembly area. Your panties you know are now quite wet and you are embarrassed perhaps that I may soon make that very same discovery. Casting a momentary glance down your bra you are stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor is having on your nipples. This of course is an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them yourself now and to further stimulate them.

Parting your legs ever wider, I can see now the silky-smooth skin of both thighs and the event horizon at which they disappear beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision. I kiss the inside of your thigh as your increasing angle of incidence causes the hemline to ride ever higher. One can readily forget the square on the hypotenuse. It’s the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interests me.

I slip one hand up to the limit of my vision. So inherently sexy is the feel of a girl’s panties, knowing the prize they contain, that for a moment I am lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as you shuffle in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between your legs yourself. I begin to set up an intense vertical manipulation, forcing the soft and quite obviously damp material well between the folds of those protective lips. Visually, this action is as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from your viewpoint. You are quite unable to prevent the embyonic moan that now finds its way to the surface.

It is the right moment to tell you how much I love being with you and despite my seemingly disrespectful actions, I hold you in incorruptible respect. I hope that you believe me.

It differs of course from occasion to occasion but there comes an instant during any sort of foreplay, that signifies the point of no return has been reached. It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline. In our case, it was simply meeting. No way back from that eventuality.

The chair has seen-out its usefulness. I stand and offering my hand, take yours gently. You know where I must lead you.

Inviting you to lay down on the bed with me, I direct you to lie on your tummy. Typically female, you secretly enjoy my emotionally controlling aspect here. You know exactly how vulnerable you now appear in that position and it excites you. You wriggle slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.

Patting your bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before you can even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I begin to push up that inviting little skirt once more. At the point your panties are fully exposed, I think that gasp we just heard may have been mine! So hot do you look. So hot do you feel! Playfully, I sit astride you near the base of your spine and then slip my hands beneath your shoulders until I am able to cup both your breasts. No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic. You murmur as you hold your arms outstretched. “Ohhh that is so nice Noel!” Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzle your lovely neck and just whisper how much I have always wanted you. You turn your head slightly – enough let’s say for me to be able to lean across and kiss you soundly on the lips. I’m not even thinking of you at that moment I realise. In fact, my mind goes back to my being twelve years old. Ages and continents apart, in quite another time, I remember suddenly poor old Mrs Cherry. I don’t even know who she was. Simply an unutterably old lady – completely infirmed and in her nineties. My Aunt had taken her in and cared for her many years earlier. She was in her seventies herself then. Once in a while I would ride my bicycle the few miles from my home to my Aunt’s house where I would cut her tiny back-lawn – little more than hack-it really, with a pair of pretty blunt shears she used to hang in the rotted old garden shed out back. She always gave me half-a-crown…insisted I should have it, although I had only gone there to help her, as she had severe back trouble and could not crouch down for long periods. Never did I fail to look-in and see Mrs Cherry in her darkened annex as she lay on that decrepit old bed. The little room smelled of urine and approaching death, and yet she would take my hand and smile at me. I loved her. This one afternoon after I had done what I could with the grass, I was ushered in to her room of faded hopes and dreams. I looked down as she slowly sought my hand and near blind now, pressed something into it. It was a two-shilling piece. No gift ever carried greater sentiment.

She died that weekend and it is only now for some reason that I realise, that but for the overlapping vagueries of time itself, it could so easily have been her lying on this bed awaiting my touch and maybe some physical evidence of the love I hold. Maybe you are her, and we are destined to cross paths for all eternity.

The memories upset me momentarily and I hug you and kiss you needfully. You turn over and cradle me suddenly. I feel like such a little boy. You ask me if everything is alright but I assure you I have never felt happier. It is the truth.

I have a pressing need to remove your top and for some reason you sense my urgency. You let me undo the necessary buttons and then shuck the thing off as I pull down your bra straps and reach around to unhook you. Free of social confinements the sheer beauty of your breasts stuns me. I am no longer the master of your sexual destiny but rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.

As my lips latch upon your nipple you sigh and lie back. I suck deeper and feel you pulling me to you. Kissing you becomes a desperate need and I whisper words that no literate script-writer would ever be likely to have penned. One hand follows the southern freeway, past your belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border. There is no toll to pay. The odd gorse bush is no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Nirvana. I sense I am a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slip inside where it is so warm and accommodating.

Beneath me, your hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations. I need to see that which I can feel. You need to show that which no longer demands to be hidden.

Slipping your panties down, I am presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I have seen and thrilled-to so many times before. Yet it is uniquely different – it is you. The balance of power shifts yet again. Your emotions peel back upon themselves and as you lie there now, a vulnerable and dependent little girl once again, I am Columbus, Genghis Khan, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.

I remove my own clothes and none too confidently at that. It is simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impedes my actions. Divested of your skirt you are equally naked and both physically and mentally prepped for what is to follow. I am still kneeling there between your legs when I realise you have gently taken a hold of my erection and even now are lovingly caressing it along its length. Distracted to the point of feverish need, I manage to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let you suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.

I am made to pay for my laughably ill-conceived arrogance. How like me you prove to be ultimately, quite obviously realising the emotional connections far outweigh the physical ones. As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage. From this fully neutral viewpoint it takes but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both want. All that we ever wanted. We kiss.

Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass are but one aspect of kissing. The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.

Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips? Did you? Does it matter? As I push gently up inside you…..nothing matters, simply being there! I study your lovely expression as you open your mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I am doing to you. I take a hold of your hips and thrust up..harder now. Your eyes begin to cloud over and the moans gain volume. I kiss your breasts as you now arch backwards providing me with complete access to your wholly erect nipples. It is like making love to a furnace I am in control as I must be and between the kisses you so desperately seek I whisper words of a language that offers no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative bliss.

With your knees as wide as you can comfortably spread them, I am afforded such penetrable latitude that already I feel the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs. Your condition has deteriorated. If this continues you may well be on life support pre-orgasm!

I am taking you now so deep and with such relish that you have almost passed-out. Only the wonderful smile on your face betrays that you are still aware of your surroundings. Even as I incline my head and once again kiss those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside you with the force of a water-cannon. I do not withdraw. Rather, I remain inside you, feeling my discharge combining with your own orgasmic fluids. What is perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions right now is the realisation that I love you.

From here, I continue to gently glide my dick in and out of your pussy while you putting your legs around me makes my dick even harder and makes erotic tingles go all through my body from the sensual passion you extude by the act.

At this point your breathing begins to get heavier again and your cunt becomes more lubricated and warm with each thrust I make as I whisper to you how good you’re making me feel. At first, my words are full of tenderness and warmth, but as you continue to breath harder and ask- under continuing shortness of breath- “How Do I Make You Feel?”, my answers become less tender and more explicit and sexual as I feel the insatiable urge to thrust harder and harder, making your moans deeper and louder and your cunt soar from the intensity.

However, the look of intense pleasure on your face as the thought goes through my heads makes me reconsider. And so, to calm myself down, I gradually slow down my thrusts and eventually stop. At first you look confused by the decision (as I still have the same expression of erotic pleasure on my face as I did when we began), lowering your legs from their wrapped position around my torso. But what I do next makes that look go away, and the face I so loved seeing before I stopped returns.

As I remove my erect penis from your still-wet pussy, I begin to plant soft, wet kisses on your mouth and all over your body- your neck, behind your ears, on your supple and heaving breasts, while I move my right hand down your chest towards your pussy and begin to move my fingers around inside of it, with my left hand gently caressing the rest of your silky, sweaty skin. As this begins the moans of desire emanating from your body before return, as do other sounds of intense pleasure to the ears. At this point my left hand has found its way around your chest and to the small of your back, while my right hand is continuing to move around the walls of your cunt and your clit and I have

begun to focus my kisses of you around your pelvic area, making your moans just as deep and sensual as I imagined they would be before.

As we get closer and closer to cumming, I remove my right hand from your cunt, replacing it with my mouth and tongue instead. After that, I daringly lift you off the rug ever-so-slightly- my mouth still firmly planted on your pussy- and I slide my body beneath yours, with my back on the soft fur we’ve remained on since beginning our erotic adventure, my left hand around your beautiful ass, my right hand at your mouth with your lips around my fingers, tasting the juices of sexual passion from your own warm cunt, and my hard, well-lubricated cock moving erotically across your back as we move back and forth.

From this point on, there’s no stopping us. Our bodies thriving with erotic passion, our mouths are moist with desire, and our moans of pleasure uncontrollable as we grind our bodies together faster and faster and harder and harder till the tension is released with the explosion of juices from your pussy within my mouth and the cum from my dick covering your back, and the intense exclamation of “Oh…God…Yes!” from your mouth as you cum.

As we attempt to catch our breath- in the same position we finished- nothing is said between us for several minutes, only the spellbinding and sensual gazes of one another that seem to say it all for us at the moment; looks that say, “I love the way you make me feel. Do it again, and do it now.”…

As you rock your body on my thigh, my dick begins to get harder and harder right in front of our eyes. The sight of it bulging makes you rock harder and harder as your moans get wilder and wilder. Excited by this sight, I sit up, remove your wet fingers from your pussy, and put them in my mouth before I grab your ass with my hands and lift your body off the ground with me still sucking on your beautiful fingers.

I then carry you over to the large, inviting bed that has eluded us throughout this adventure. Once I lay you down on your back- with you luscious legs dangling over the side- I kneel down on the floor and begin to maneuver my tongue around the outside- and inside- of your cunt, while my left hand gently moves across your spread-open legs and my right hand works on my cock, rubbing it slow and sensual while I work harder and harder on your pussy with my mouth. The muffled sounds of my moaning and the wild

screams that are coming from your mouth get louder and louder as we approach our respective orgasms.

As soon as it feels as though I’m going to explode, I remove my mouth from your moist pussy, stand up, move your body to the middle of the bed, and lay my body on top of yours, with my well-lubricated cock brushing up against your thighs as I begin to enter your cunt and plant wet, juicy kisses all over your neck and on your mouth. My thrusts inside of you get harder and deeper as your subsided moans grow louder and louder as we finally cum.

As we cum, I remove my cock and allow my juices to cover your thighs, and I rub my hands over your thighs, spreading my cum all over your legs and around your pussy. Though exhausted from your own orgasm, you also begin to move your hands around on your thighs so you can soak up the mixture of sweat and cum and rub it all over your supple breasts, especially on your nipples, getting them harder and harder.

Excited by this sight, I slide my hands up your body and towards your breasts, taking them in my hands and gently fondling them as I begin to lick the areas around your nipples with my tongue, all the while with your hands firmly located on my ass as you beg me to thrust my dick into your pussy as your nipples get harder and harder. At this point the top of your right breast is completely in my mouth as I begin to suck on your nipple, awaiting your warm milk to explode in my mouth as my dick moves faster and faster in your cunt. Just as we reach orgasm yet again, the milk from your breast streams out and moves right down my throat, making for arguably our most exciting and satisfying orgasm yet.

Justifiably exhausted, we calm the fires in our loins as I move my body off from yours and lie down next to you, as our heart rates diminish and we drift asleep…

He shuffled into the room, eyes downcast. He was stripped to his waist and barefoot. The cool night air caressed his naked chest causing his nipples to stiffen. His state of undress made him nervous and only added to his confusion. Yesterday, he had been just an American on holiday in the Middle East. Then, for merely dared to look upon the sultan’s wife, he found himself a guest in the sultan’s dungeon. He found it almost laughable and absurd that dungeons existed in this day and age. He was given no contact with the American embassy. No representation whatsoever. He fell asleep, cold and hungry, fearing that the next day would be his last. He awoke in a lavishly furnished room with several other men. None of them would speak to him, if indeed spoke any English at all, and his Arabic was comical. They all just smiled at him and went back to their conversations. It was a little after nightfall when they came for him. Now, a hulking guardsman paced, bull-like in front of him, a wickedly glint to the pistol holstered on his belt. The American was starting to fear that his roving eyes would be his death sentence. The mammoth guardsman stopped and stood directly in front of him. He could almost feel the hatred in the guardsmen’s scowl. “Stand straight! Head up!”

He got his first real look at the room. The walls were adorned with tapestries and the floor was covered with giant cushions and pillows in shades of satiny red. Several candles cast the room in a mercurial flame hue and the air was laced with a sweet and pungent smoke wafting from several incense burners. A large table stood in the middle of the room set with fresh fruit and wine.

“Wait here!” With that final command the guardsman stalked from the room and slammed the door behind him. He immediately turned his attention to the table. Even through the heavy aroma from the incense, he could smell the fruit. The smell made his stomach growl loudly.

Looking around the room, he cautiously stepped to the table and grabbed a handful of grapes. He popped one into his mouth. The pale green orb burst spilling its sweet juices over his tongue. Immediately, he was ravenous and all rational though abandoned him. His hands picked through the fruit tasting it all. He poured a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.

“Isn’t it considered polite to wait for a lady before you eat?”

He whirled around to see the sultan’s wife standing in the doorway. In his famished state, he had not heard the door open. The seething guardsmen stood behind her, hand on the handle of his pistol.

“You dare eat before the Mistress! Yankee dog! You will die for your indiscretions!” The guardsman strode forward, a murderous look in his eye, but the Mistress’ graceful hand caught his shoulder.

“Abdullah,” she said soothingly, “It is alright. You may leave now.” Despite his obvious disgust, Abdullah slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The sultan’s wife watched the guardsman go and turned to face him. She was even more beautiful up close. He had only caught a glimpse before. Like him, she was American. She had fiery red hair, alabaster skin and luminescent green eyes. He had heard many stories of American women lured into the Middle East to populate the sultan’s harem.

Her sparkling eyes looked him up and down hungrily. He was taken aback by the pure lust in them, yet despite his apprehension, he could feel the stirrings of passion deep inside him. Her near transparent, red robes flowed in waves around her body. He could see the swell of her breasts swaying as she paced around him. Her smell was near overpowering. The aroma of the incense had all but disappeared. She smelled sweet, like the fruit he had just consumed. Now he was thinking of quite a different kind of consumption.

She stopped in front of him, standing close. She was shorter than he was and he could feel her hot breath on his chest. She looked up at him with her green eyes locked on his, a look of wanton desire on her face. He felt her graceful fingers trace up his side and over his chest, lightly grazing his nipple. She ran a finger along his jaw line to the corner of his mouth and then brought the finger to her own lips. Its tip glistened with the juice of hastily devoured fruits. She slipped the digit over her ripe lips and tasted the sweetness.

“Do you know why you are here?” He eyed the sultan’s wife suspiciously. He wondered if this was the part where he died.

“I assume it has something to do with my daring to look at you.”

“It was not just any look you gave me. You looked at me with hunger in your eyes…With lust.”

“And your husband took offense,” he finished. “I can see why. You are…breathtaking. But I have heard about the way he treats women. A beautiful woman is not a possession. She should be savored…worshipped.” She smiled briefly at him and then turned and walked to the table. Her fingers ran playfully over an apple, red as her full lips.

“Let me tell you something about the sultan. He adores me. It’s true, for…political reasons he must promote certain ideals publicly, no matter how barbaric they may seem, but in private, he treats me very well. He gives me anything I want. He gave me you.”

He stood in silent amazement. Slowly realization dawned on him. He would not die this night.

“I am here for…your pleasure then?”

“Yes,” she answered brazenly. “Your sole purpose is to fuel my desires. To feed my lust. The sultan loves me, but he alone cannot satisfy me. Can you?” As she spoke, the sultan’s wife poured herself a glass of wine. She lifted the glass to her ruby lips and sipped of the sweet nectar, all the while her eyes locked with his. He was suddenly aware of his near nakedness. Goosebumps covered his skin and his nipples were stiff in the evening air. He could feel the stirrings of passion in his groin and he was sure that she could see the affect she was having on him.

She circled him again. Her fingertips trailed across his back, her fiery touch sending shivers of desire through his body. He could feel his manhood growing. Her fingers teased across his shoulder and over his chest, winding through his dark chest hair, down across his stomach and then brushing lightly over his growing erection. It throbbed at her touch, and suddenly, he was painfully aroused. She smiled wickedly at him as her fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants. She pulled him to her. He could feel her insistent nipples graze lightly across his chest. He was so close to her he could feel her hot breath on his neck. Her hands were gently running over his body. Over his hips and up his side, over his chest, and along his broad shoulders. His lips just barely grazed her forehead. Her fiery hair smelled sweet. It intoxicated him.

His hands found hers. Their fingers locked for a moment. He let go and ran his fingers lightly up the backs of her arms and then over her shoulders, tracing her collar bone and then gently he lifted her face. His lips skimmed over her cheek leaving a warm moist trail behind them. Their noses brushed against each other. He could feel her eyelashes on his temple.

He softly kissed her shoulder, then her neck and her chin. Then he tasted her crimson lips. They were tangy with a hint of the wine still on them. He cradled her head and pressed her lips to his, kissing her intensely. Their bodies melted together and she could feel his manhood rubbing against her sex.

Suddenly she pulled away from him and pushed him backwards. She regarded him coolly, walked to a large pile of cushions and sat down.

“Strip.” He looked playfully at her and began to walk towards her.

“Strip!” she commanded. “You will do as I say.” He stopped in his tracks at the biting reminder of his station. Pensively, he looked up. Her luscious lips were curled into a sensual smile. Her eyes penetrated him. “Please,” she said. “It would bring me pleasure.” He hesitated for a moment then slowly unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down over his hips and stepped out of them. He wore black boxer briefs and his arousal was evident.

“Keep going,” she urged. “Don’t stop now.”

He pulled off his briefs and stood before her, blushing deeply. His arousal fully exposed, he could feel her eyes devouring his naked form. She bit her full lip and began absent-mindedly running a slender finger over it. Her face wore a mask of ravenous desire. She parted her sheer robes with one hand and began to lightly caress her swollen nipple. He hungrily drank in the sight of her bare bosom. His member, swollen and deep purple, twitched with anticipation. He could not recall ever being as aroused as he was now. The look in her eyes, and the sound of her breaths quick and labored, sent waves of wanton desire through his body.

“Touch yourself,” she breathed. Now past embarrassment, his hand moved over his pelvis, through his dark thatch of pubic hair and slid around the base of his manhood. He could feel how hard it was, like steel beneath soft velvet. He could feel the texture of his skin, the bulging veins and a sense of erotic power that surged in him when he touched himself. He began at the head and slowly stroked the length of his shaft, his hand cupping his balls before moving back up.

He watched the sultan’s wife as she slowly stroked her pink nipples. Her other hand slid down her stomach and inside her red silken panties. She let out a tiny moan. Again and again his deft fingers worked his hardness as he watched her watching him. He was close to exploding when she crooked her finger and beckoned him to her. He nearly tripped over himself in his excitement. He sat down and reached for her, but she held up a graceful hand and stopped him.

“Pleasure me,” she insisted. “Only then will you be pleasured…If you are adequate that is.”

He slowly pushed her robes over her shoulders. Her bare skin, fair and supple, beckoned to him. His gentle hand cupped her breast, the thumb slowly teasing at her swollen nipple. He bent down and took her other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She breathed heavily into his ear, her hand cradling his head, pulling it even closer to her breast.

He pulled his head away, a silky trail of saliva stretching between his tongue and her nipple. He left a trail of moist kisses down her stomach, his thumbs now hooked in the elastic of her panties. He nuzzled against her silken covered mound. The smell of her sex was near overpowering. She could feel the slightly rough texture of his hands as he slowly slid her panties over her thighs. He smiled wide when she was revealed before him. She was shaven and he could see that her nectar had already began to flow.

He bent close to her womanhood, breathing hot, moist breaths on it, lightly kissing her inner thighs, grazing her swollen clitoris, with the tip of his nose. The sultan’s wife whimpered slightly when she felt his tongue slide along the length of her sex. Her taste was divine. She could feel his stubble, rough on the inside of her thighs. She moaned, one hand rubbing her breast, the other pulling his head into her grinding hips. He could feel her muscles tighten and her breaths coming quicker. Her body convulsed, and crying out, she came, her body twitching in wave after wave of pleasure.

The sultan’s wife, still trying to catch her breath, grasped him and pulled him towards her. She kissed him hard tasting herself on his lips. Her searching hands made their way down his stomach and found his member still rigid with passion. Her touch on his sex sent electric shivers through him. Her hands were gentle, but hungry. She gently pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him. Her hands ran over his thighs as she gently kissed his abdomen, her soft hair falling over his stiff manhood. He watched as she took it in hand and ever so lightly kissed the swollen head. Her eyes locked with his as she began to slowly lick up and down the shaft. She savored his taste…his smell. He gave a throaty moan when she swallowed the head, her tongue running along the underside. She caressed his balls and stroked his thighs while she continued to take him deeper into her eager mouth. When she could feel his thighs tighten she pulled away from him.

He ached with an overwhelming sense of loss as his manhood slid from her warm mouth, but she straddled him then, and guided him, slick with her saliva and his precum to the entrance of her sex. He felt her silky, slickness as she rubbed his member along the length of her, then slid down over him, engulfing him inside her. She whimpered loudly and bit her lip as he entered her, then, with her hands on his chest she began to rock back and forth on top of him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly to him as he drove inside her. She tossed her head back, her fiery hair cascading in a graceful arc over her head as the made love. She moaned loudly, and as if in reply, he pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely on her lips, and then her neck, and finally her breasts, ranging his tongue over her wanting nipples.

“Take me from behind,” she pleaded between gasping breaths. The disentangled their bodies and she knelt in front of him. He grasped his slick member and pushed it slowly into her. She moaned as he filled her, and pushed her hips backward, grinding into his. He grasped her hips again and began to push inside her in a carnal rhythm. Her body was slick with sweat now as they pulsed like a giant heart, pumping lifeblood to one another. He kissed her shoulders tasting the tang of her sweat. She turned her head and he brushed the soaked, matted red hair from her face and kissed her muffling her loud moans. His hands on her shoulders now, he drove into her feeling her body convulse with each thrust.

He moaned loudly knowing that he was close to the edge. The sounds of her whimpering beneath him sent him over. With a final thrust and an animal-like growl, his hot seed spilled inside her. Feeling his passion fill her, she cried out and came again, her body trembling beneath him. They collapsed, sweaty and spent onto the cushions. His arms encircled her and they lay there, a tangle of heaving breaths and pulsing, sweat soaked flesh. He fell asleep holding the sultan’s wife, listening to her breathe and stroking her flame-hued hair.

When he awoke, she was gone. He pulled on his jeans just as Abdullah entered the room with the rest of his clothes. The guard thrust the garments at him.

“Get dressed!”

He dressed quickly in silence, wondering if he’d ever see her again. When he finished he was led to the palace gates where he was ushered out into the harsh daylight. Abdullah tossed his bag on the ground at his feet, slamming the gate in quick succession. The American quickly snatched up the bag and rifled through it. All his possessions seemed to be there. He strapped on his wristwatch and noticed the time. His flight was leaving in less than an hour. He checked the side pocket of his bag and, relieved, he found his plane ticket.

The square was littered with people, but he managed to find a taxi quick enough. As the taxi sputtered off to the airport, he gazed at the palace through the grimy window. Her taste and smell were still embedded in his mind.

He spent the ride in silence, paid the driver, then shuffled apathetically through the airport. He sat and waited in silence for his flight to be announced, his mind filled with her fiery beauty. When they called his number, he wordlessly handed his ticket to the flight attendant.

“First class sir,” she beamed. The words took a moment to register.

“Huh? First class, but I didn’t pay for…” He smiled widely as the realization overtook him. The sultan did have deep pockets after all.

He made his way onto the plane and collapsed in the seat. He ordered a drink and sipped it calmly, gazing longingly out the window. He barely took any notice when someone sat beside him. Then he recalled the sent, and saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye, and by the time he understood she was already kissing him. When they disengaged, he could only stare at her in disbelief. She just smiled wickedly at him.

“Why, oh why did I choose to travel Pakistan Airlines and that too from JFK, the worst airport in the Western hemisphere?” I questioned myself, as the security queue inched a bit further on towards the metal detector and then to the relative peace of the departure gates.

Well, I had taken this flight because a single aircraft would jet me home to Karachi with just two fueling stops in Manchester and Lahore, and would take 12 hours less than the trip on Emirates via Hamburg and Dubai. JFK was the obvious choice as PIA flew daily from there to Pakistan. Also the cost on this airline was significantly lower than on the Arabic carrier, and I had bought a return ticket during my last visit home.

The queue was long and painfully slow. Furthermore the pressure of people adding to the line kept forcing those ahead together and I could feel myself sandwiched between a fifty something mom in front and a thirty something South Asian looking man behind me. As the line surged behind us, I lost my footing and the he grabbed me from the waist and left arm. Without this support, I would have certainly ended up on the floor. Another push from behind meant that one of his arms was around my waist and the other was holding my left hand, and this while my body was totally melded against his.

“Careful, miss,” he said, “the people behind are pushing like animals.”

I thanked him for his help and he slowly released me. But we were unable to fully disengage and another shove meant that I had to just accept that we would be in very close proximity until the metal detector was navigated. Here was a good example of where the norms in Pakistan are a lot better, there women and children would get preference to get through such devices and would not be forced into a unisex line. It took another 10 awkward minutes or so before I finally arrived at the top of the queue. During these moments I was saved from tripping a couple more times and all the while I could feel his pelvic region right up against my ass. I could swear I felt something growing and stirring next to my behind, but was too focused on getting through to realize that the friction was probably giving him a hard on.

Add to the friction the fact that I was at the prime age of 23, having just finished college in the US. I had embraced the country and culture wholeheartedly in my four year stay. Today, given that I was an experienced traveler, I had opted on a smart mid length skirt, short heels and a T-shirt. I figured I would change to a shalwar kameez closer to Lahore. This attire, though fairly ordinary, nicely allowed me to show the curve on my legs. I was proud of the athletic regimen I had strictly followed to ensure my figure was well proportioned and maintained. The T-shirt was not buttoned all the way and let me display a fair bit of cleavage, notably if I bent over. With my hair cascading down nearly down to my waist, my fair skin and light eyes, I was quite the ideal Pakistani-Western woman. It was no surprise that the guy jammed up against me was getting turned on; he could probably feel the warmth of my skin through the light fabric of my skirt and the flimsy panties underneath.

Thanks to heaven no lights lit up as I went through the detector. I was not in the mood to be strip searched by the dyke type female security guard standing next to a close by check room. The same did not hold true for my handbag. Though I had been careful about what I had carried, I was sent to another inspector who began to look through and take out some stuff. Of course, there was nothing suspect inside and the guard mouthed a low “thank you” and allowed me to proceed. However, as I was refilling my bag, my passport and ticket dropped to the ground. I was pleasantly surprised to see the same gentlemen, who had I been squeezed up, handing the things to me.

“So you are from Pakistan too?” he queried, “are you going to Lahore on PIA by any chance?”

“No, I am on PIA but continuing to Karachi,” I replied politely.

Seeing my name on the boarding pass he responded, “I will see you on board then, Ms. Iram Mansoor”.

I thanked him again and as he went off towards the Business Class lounges, I figured I would not be running into him any more. He was a rugged and handsome guy, with features that would not easily identify him as Pakistani. He was dressed very smart casual, and carried a sizable notebook computer and expensive looking luggage.

II

After what seemed like an endless wait, given that the aircraft was delayed by two hours, boarding was finally announced. A wave of people rushed to get on quick, but they were held back by the departure lounge crew. Once order was restored, I found myself about mid way in the pack. Slowly I made my way to the counter and handed over my boarding card.

“Miss Iram,” said the gate agent, “we had a free seat in Business Class and have upgraded you all the way to Lahore. You may have to change back to Economy for the Karachi leg, but check with the staff before you do so. Have a good flight.”

That was certainly great news, given that the PIA Boeing 777 aircraft, while quite new, was pretty cramped in the economy sections. I would now have a lovely business class experience probably all the way home. Why I was upgraded was not a concern that I had, I figured I had made a good impression at the PIA check-in desk and the guys had remembered me. I did look and act memorable compared to the normal load of passengers on this particular flight. A couple of batted eyelids had melted the resolve of the check-in agent to charge me for the significant excess baggage I was carrying along. I knew I was pretty, so why be shy and coy. America had taught me to use my resources to my advantage, and beauty was something I could count on.

I had the window seat on the right side of the aircraft and in the second row. It was not that I had never been in business class before. I had just never been upgraded or flown for such a long journey. The seats looked very inviting compared to the sardine can layout in the back sections and I flopped in to mine with a smile on my face. I gratefully accepted the glass of fresh juice and the newspaper from the stewardess. As I read the paper, I felt someone take the seat next to mine. Looking up, I was surprised to see the fellow from the security line sitting there.

“Hello again Iram, I was wondering if they were going to get you into this seat,” he said.

“Hi again,” I replied, “and you are?”

“Forgive me, I am Fareed Mir from Lahore and Chicago,” he introduced himself.

It was Fareed who had talked to the PIA Station Manager about giving me the seat next to him, and since the Manager remembered me from the check-in desk, he complied. After all he was Fareed’s friend from high school and this was the least he could do for his buddy.

“So why did you ask for me?” I queried him with some suspicion.

“I’ll be frank, I would rather have a very beautiful young lady, who I believe will carry on an intelligent conversation, next to me rather than some average Joe from Pakistan,” he confessed, “I hope you do not mind my company all the way to Lahore.”

Actually I was rather hoping to have someone good to talk with also and Fareed fitted the bill, and now I was in his debt for the upgrade.

The aircraft finally departed nearly three hours behind schedule and we ascended into the night for the journey eastwards. Almost immediately the crew came to life and soon as we leveled dinner was served. I was pretty famished, since I had an early lunch and dinner was quite late compared to my routine. The food was exquisite and I wolfed it down with gusto. During the meal, Fareed nudged me and asked if I would like an alcoholic beverage. PIA does not serve booze and he had brought a bottle of Vodka on board from the Duty Free. Not being a prude as far as alcohol went, and figuring it would help me get some sleep, I accepted and soon we had polished off more than half the bottle. We did get a few stares from the other passengers, either a rebuke for drinking or an appreciation that we were having a good time. By the time dessert was done, I was fairly tipsy. The lights dimmed and I extended the sleeper seat to its fullest and dozed off.

III

Aamir and I had been introduced to each other a couple of years ago by our respective families. He was completing his Master’s level work also in the US and there was a feeling that we would make a good couple. Aamir was presentable, articulate and knew he was going places. He also was the single child of very wealthy parents, so money was not going to be an issue in his life. Just before I returned for my senior year at college, we were engaged in a lavish ceremony in Karachi.

Aamir attended university on the West Coast, while I was in College on the Eastern Seaboard. Because of the distance we would spend hours daily chatting on the phone. I had not yet experienced sexual intimacy, despite three years of college in the US, since I was at an all-girls school. However, as boys were the favourite topic of discussion at any gathering of girls, I was intrigued by the descriptions of various acts that were given by my colleagues. I often fantasized about making love to Aamir and almost always woke up with a sticky feeling down below.

Then Aamir surprised me by showing up at my dorm during Thanksgiving break. He had come to visit friends in Boston and his plan to be a bolt from the blue worked well on me. Luckily I had just finished mid-term exams or my grades would have taken a serious beating. We made plans to go for dinner at a fancy restaurant that evening and he made sure he arrived punctually. I wore stylish designer jeans and high heeled boots and topped them with a lovely blouse and short jacket. Aamir’s eyes ate me up and I could see that I had made a real impact. Dinner was lovely and we made small talk for a couple of hours as the courses were served. Aamir, like me, was not averse to having a drink, and we celebrated with a bottle of champagne.

I was quite giggly as he drove us home. Since it was a holiday, most of the girls had gone. No one challenged Aamir as he walked me over to my room. Guys were not normally allowed into the rooms, but rules could be bent if you knew the right people. Aamir pulled me close and kissed me deeply. The champagne had dulled my inhibitions and I melted into his arms, allowing him to kiss my lips, cheeks, face, neck and so on. He shut the door, sat on my desk chair and placed me on his lap, still kissing me wherever he could. As I began to get more flushed, he slid the jacket off my arms. I next felt his fingers undoing my blouse and soon he was touching the bare skin on my torso as this piece of clothing was discarded. I tensed as I felt him releasing my bra clasp and tried to push him away. Instead he stood us both up and with my back towards him, slowly took the bra off. His hands grasped my breasts and I could feel his throbbing manhood at my rear. He sat me down on the bed, unzipped my boots and set them to one side, correctly figuring I would throw a fit if my shoes were scuffed. Putting his hands to my midsection he then undid the buttons on my jeans and soon these were lying on the ground.

“No Aamir, please do not do this,” I pleaded, secretly hoping that he would ravish me that very instant.

My pleas fell on deaf ears and my panty was too slinky to survive the pull he gave, as it shredded off my legs, exposing my vagina to him.

Aamir bent over me and whispered, “now remove my clothes, Iram.”

In a flash, I had him out of his clothing. He took a condom from his jacket and rolled it on to his penis, which was the biggest I had ever seen so close up. I lay back expecting bells and whistles to go off. Instead, I felt myself being rent apart as his prick entered my virgin orifice. He slacked and pressed a few times before I felt an intense pain and then had a sense of being filled up. Aamir’s cock was firmly inside me. As a Pakistani girl, I should have kept my virginity to my wedding night, but since I was fucking my husband to be, it did not feel wrong. Aamir began breathing in a laboured fashion and soon jerked as a gasp escaped his throat. I was too focused on the pain to feel anything else. He relaxed and lay back on top of me.

Through the night we made love a few more times. Although my vagina became quite sore, I began to feel some inner pleasure from the battering Aamir gave me. I enjoyed his exploration of my body and when he licked my privates. However, I was not bold enough to agree to sucking his cock. After all it had given me so much pain when he had deflowered me, I could not fathom the hurt it could lay on my mouth. Aamir made up for his disappointment at not get a blow job by fucking me doggie style. I again drew the line at anal sex, though I allowed him to stick his finger into my back side. Finally exhausted, we cleaned up and I sneaked him out of the dorm before too many people were up and about.

I had repaid Aamir in kind during Easter by going to California with some colleagues and dropping in on his apartment late in the evening, without any prior warning. I stripped down to a rather skimpy bikini and spread myself on a deck chair by the pool. I then gave him a call to come down and help me with luggage. He was down in a flash and the sight of me in barely any clothes worked wonders on his midsection. Needless to say Easter was wonderful, but I hardly saw any of California, given I was never in enough of a clothed state to venture very far from him.

I was now on my way back, and he would be coming home soon also. Our wedding had already been planned for December the same year. In the three or so months since our last encounter, I dreamt of the moment every night. Often I would discover my fingers delving deep into the recesses of my vagina and then resulting wetness all around.

IV

I felt a hand envelop mine and help my index finger into my pussy. The pressure increased as another finger of mine and one of the stranger’s also found their way in.

“Ooh, that’s lovely Aamir,” I moaned, “rub me some more.”

The fingers began to move with a nice rhythm. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and my breast being caressed.

“Kiss me please,” I implored, as I turned my face to one side. I felt my lips being crushed as a tongue entered my mouth.

I came mightily, and woke up shocked to see Fareed kissing me full on the mouth, while fingering my pussy and fondling my breast. My blouse was open more than half way almost releasing one breast from the cup. The skirt had ridden up, exposing my panties and our hands were under the sheer cloth, teasing my vagina. Both of us had blankets over us and it was dark in the plane, so no one could see what either of us had been up to.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, trying to get his hands off my body.

Instead he grabbed my vagina harder and pushed another finger in.

Stroking my neck with his free hand, he whispered, “you were asking me to kiss you and to do some things, I just went along with whatever you asked.”

Apparently I had audibly babbled on in my sleep, damn the vodka!

“Aren’t you ashamed trying something like this with an unmarried, virginal girl?” I responded.

His fingers were moving in and out quicker and I did not want to make a noise that would bring unwanted attention from the crew and hundreds of fellow passengers. My body began to react to the stimulus and I reached another orgasm. Fareed took his fingers out and ran his hands down my legs, pulling my panties off.

“These will make a lovely souvenir,” he chuckled.

“Please give them back,” I begged, remembering that I had accidentally packed all my other panties into my bag and had not kept any spares in my hand luggage.

“Okay, but on the condition that you be nice to me on the journey,” he replied.

“All right,” I agreed, “what do I have to do?”

“Well to start with, let me please see those beautiful breasts,” he requested.

I went red in the face, but he suggested I remove my blouse and bra under the blanket. I put the blanket on my back and pulled it close as I took off my clothing. Fareed slowly dropped the front and revealed my chest.

“They are truly marvelous,” he said admiringly as he began to suck on my nipples.

I was getting aroused. He looked around and saw the restroom area was empty.

“Follow me,” he ordered.

I put my blouse back on and holding the bra in one hand entered the washroom. Fareed came in behind me and locked the door. He sat down on the commode and undid his pants to remove his cock. Turning me around, he lifted my skirt and positioned my rear over his manhood. Slowly he managed to fit his cock into my pussy.

“You are not wearing a condom,” I whined.

“It’s okay, I will not come in you, I do not want to be a dad either yet,” he responded.

I began to move up and down his shaft, which seemed larger than Aamir’s. After a few minutes, he beckoned me to get off. He now asked me to sit on the toilet and before I knew it forced his cock into my mouth. Holding my head he kept ramming it in as I gagged for breath. Thankfully he exploded within moments and I was forced to suck everything down, as he ordered, or risk it all over my clothes. He cleaned himself, kissed me on the lips and went out quickly. I heard him telling someone that the toilet was not working and he should go to the next one. I found packets of toothpaste and brushes in the washroom and was happy to clean out my mouth. I had been forced in some way, but had found the experience to my liking. I was relieved he had not come in my pussy; a pregnancy would have been something to explain to everyone in Karachi. I had also been pleasantly surprised by the blow job, it was not as awful as I had thought, rather the feeling of power over the man, given that one could bite down with gusto, was something to relish.

“Iram you were wonderful,” Fareed murmured as I returned to my seat.

I found my panties on the seat but decided to not wear them yet as my pussy was still excited and I could feel wetness oozing out of it periodically. A few moments later the lights came on and breakfast was served in anticipation of landing at Manchester. We had just finished and gotten back to our seats in time or things could really have taken a less than palatable twist.

Fareed leaned over and joked, “you’ve already eaten me, I would love to eat you, this food is not really needed!”

I nibbled at the breakfast all the same to get my mind off things. Well I had certainly had a club class experience and my fellow passenger had already entered nirvana. I did not feel violated, maybe out of a sense of debt repayment for the upgrade, but more likely for the fact that I had enjoyed the spontaneity and danger of mile high sex. And we were still just half-way to Lahore!

V

As we exited, we were told the stop was for one hour more than usual, due to some technical reason. The Manchester Station Manager was waiting at the gate passing out Club Lounge passes to the Business Class passengers. Fareed grabbed a couple and led me to the lounge in the departure area. After seating us in a relatively empty section, he went off to ostensibly visit the duty free shops. He returned a little while later and was laden with reading material and other items.

He asked me if I was grungy and would like to have a shower. After the night’s antics, I was certainly up for this. He asked me to grab my vanity kit and come with him. Soon we were at a restroom area, with signs for showers indicated. A Sikh attendant was there and Fareed gave him some money. He handed us towels and showed us into a cubicle which was attached to a shower. I had expected separate male and female showers, but Fareed had bribed the guy to let us into the same place. There was a fair sized bench and a wash basin apart from the shower.

While I was still soaking in the implications of being in the same shower, Fareed had grabbed me close and was already pulling down my skirt. Since things had already gone far enough, I did not object and he soon had me nude.

“You are gorgeous, Iram, I am so lucky to have met you,” he spoke while rubbing my breasts.

My cheeks turned red at the compliment, as he disrobed quickly and laid me down on the bench.

Pulling out a pack of condoms from his pocket and stating, “Manchester Boots Duty Free to the rescue,” he put one on.

With my legs splayed either side of the bench, he pushed his cock into my willing pussy. Fareed pumped for quite a while, giving me a couple of orgasms in the process. Finally spent in the condom, he pulled out.

“Let’s shower up,” he suggested and we proceeded to enjoy the warm water for about half an hour still playing with each others’ privates.

Cleaned and freshened up, I was looking to put my blouse and skirt on again, when he pulled a package out of the Duty Free bag. Inside was a sharp Liz Claiborne mid length dress, which covered the breasts and closed in a choker at the neck, but had the back dropping to just a couple of inches from the derriere. The hem, however, did extend six inches below the knees. Along with it was a jacket that could be worn to hide the deep back.

“You don’t mind if I keep the blouse and skirt as remembrance of our encounter?” he asked and I nodded assent.

Another box contained a sharp set of stilettos, and in my size, but I was not going to let him have the shoes I was wearing as those were personal favourites.

“Check them out and change them if they don’t look good,” he suggested.

The stilettos were an exact fit and showed off my pretty feet in good measure. Dressed to kill, I returned to the aircraft as boarding was announced. I certainly got a lot of stares, given my new dress and fresh look, but no one could have figured out how much had transpired in the past 12 or so hours since the queue at JFK.

VI

As the dress was backless, I could not put my bra on, and so my bare breasts perked up the front nicely and the nipples were clearly visible. Since I did not want to spoil the jacket by wearing it all through the flight, I had the stewardess hang it in the coat rack thereby exposing my back greatly. By now I could have cared less if anyone objected to my mode of dress. Not only was I traveling better than I had paid for, I certainly was getting serviced a great deal more. Incidentally, as the crew had changed, and I was clearly the snazziest dressed female on board, I was now receiving a lot of attention from the male attendants in particular. Backless dresses are not the norm in Pakistan and I was certainly giving many of them painful erections as they were able to see almost down to the crack of my ass. The female crew was also busy chatting about my dress and “decadent” look. One even ventured to ask if I was a model or designer, and I playfully confessed to being both, much to the enjoyment of Fareed, who was soaking in the action. Within the first hour, every crew member had been in the vicinity to stare at me.

Lunch was served and things returned to normal on the aircraft. I wonder if any of the guys had to go jerk off in the washrooms from the hard-ons they got leering at me. Sure enough, Fareed pulled out a few British ales and I enjoyed downing them with him. So they were a few calories, but they certainly make them good in that part of the world.

As I snuggled up again to catch some sleep, Fareed murmured, “you need to change into something Pakistani before we land or you know this dress will give people heart attacks if you come off the plane in it.”

We had both covered ourselves with blankets and Fareed’s fingers soon found their target. He fingered me for a pretty long time and I was worried the dress may get stained. Luckily it did not.

The flight droned on, the impact of lunch and lack of sleep made most of the passengers doze off. Fareed suggested it was time to change into a more appropriate outfit. As I went into a washroom to change, he knocked and I slipped him inside. Needless to say a quick fuck and clean up followed. We kissed for a few minutes and then he left me to make myself presentable. As the plane came over Pakistani territory, heading to Lahore, I stepped out in proper regional attire, much to the disappointment of many on the aircraft.

The plane landed in Lahore, nearly four hours behind schedule. Just as the lights were dimmed, Fareed sneaked a kiss. He bid me goodbye and talked to the chief steward on the way out. I saw him going up the gangway and wondered if I would see him again or if the past 24 hours had ever happened. The fact that the dress was in my luggage and that I could still feel his hands on my privates meant that I had truly undergone the experience.

VII

It took a while for the flight to prep up and leave for my ultimate destination, Karachi. Finally we were off the ground and the end to my journey was just an hour and a few minutes away. As I had anticipated, no one asked me to go back into Economy Class and so my trip continued in comfort. But, half an hour into the trip, the Captain came on advising of freak thunderstorms in Karachi. Since the airport had been shut down for the time being, we would be returning to Lahore to wait out the weather.

We landed and passengers were asked to go into the departure lounge. As we reached the baggage hall, I found myself looking at Fareed. He came up and told me he had heard about the storm and flight cancellations and had taken a chance to see if I was coming back. Furthermore he advised that the storm was in fact a full blown cyclone in the Arabian Sea that would mean Karachi was closed for at least half a day.

“Why Fareed, how do you know all this?” I asked, secretly relieved to see him in a city I did not really know.

“Iram, I work for the ICAO and am supposed to know what is going on with airlines and weather and so on,” was his response.

I now figured out how he was getting treated so much better all around and could pull strings with the airline. He had arranged for PIA to get me a room in the Pearl Continental Hotel, which was the premier place in town. While the bags remained on the flight, I was advised to come back after 12 hours. Meanwhile the immigration formalities for those going to Karachi were now done in Lahore as arrangements for their stays were being made. An officer delivered my stamped passport and I was soon in my room at the hotel. I would no longer need to go through customs and immigration in Karachi, thanks heaven for small mercies!

VIII

Some time after I had arrived and finished showering up to sleep, there was a knock on the door. Not surprisingly, Fareed was there with a bunch of packages in tow. I should have denied him entry, but so much water had passed under the bridge that I felt a certain friendship with him. Lovers we were, but I was also enjoying his company.

“Iram, I have brought you some of the finest foods from Lahore, it would be a travesty if you did not get to sample the cuisine while here,” he said laying out a half dozen items on the table.

“But this food is messy and you don’t want it all over yourself, so take off your dress and put some towels over yourself,” he hinted to me.

I did as he directed and enjoyed the treatment as he seated me naked in his lap and alternatively fed me tasty bits of the food and tickled my body parts. Finally I could not eat any more.

I was, however, ready for more sex and lay down on the bed. Fareed, now unclothed, opened my legs wide and sucked on my pussy until I felt an orgasm build up and dissipate. Licking my legs, midsection and breasts, he positioned himself and entered my pussy yet again. We lay entwined and he began to slowly make love to me. For once we were not having a quickie or in any danger of discovery, and the sensation was wonderful. After a while he asked me to sit on top and straddle his cock. I did so without question and began to buck as he enjoyed the sight of my breasts bouncing in their glory as his penis vanished into and emerged from my vagina. I pulled him out as he began to thrash a bit and took his cock into my mouth, peeling the condom off first. He came, but not to the extent of the first blow job, and I had no trouble swallowing the love juice down. Still, I was impressed that he had managed to fuck me repeatedly in the past day or so. Aamir had not managed more than twice a day while we were together in the States.

Fareed asked me to leave a wake up call with the front desk and we went to sleep in each others’ arms. The call got us out of deep slumber. As we had over one hour till the car was due for the airport, I began to rub his cock rhythmically. His response was automatic and he was up quickly. Rather than putting me on my back, he turned me face down. Picking up my bottle of lotion from the side table, he greased his cock. I was wondering what he was up to when his prick invaded my backside. I yelped and begged him to withdraw, but he thrust all the way in. Slowly the pain subsided and I began to enjoy his pulling in and out of my ass. He grunted as whatever sperm he could muster was deposited into my rectum. Not only had he fucked me royally, he had also introduced me to the joys of anal and oral sex.

I figured Fareed was also well and truly fucked. He bid me goodbye, before the phone rang to advise about the car waiting for the ride to the airport. I was sure this was going to be the last time I would see him and was glad that the episode was coming to an end. We had been intimate, and it had made a journey very pleasant. But it was now time to put this sojourn behind me and embark on the next part of my life with my soon to be husband. Importantly, Aamir would be glad to both get his blowjobs and to fuck my ass if he so desired, without any objections from me, as those inhibitions were now ancient history.

IX

This time the aircraft took off without incident. Fareed had brought me a designer shalwar kameez and this time I really looked like a Pakistani runway model. My business class seat was still there and so was the elevated level of attention from the flight crew. Exactly as indicated, the plane touched down at a very wet Karachi airport one hour and thirty minutes later. I had half expected to lose my bags, but sure enough they were there on the carousel.

More importantly Aasim was standing in the baggage area to receive me. We demurely shook hands as any further public display would render us liable to prosecution.

“You look smashing, Iram, I am sure you turned quite a few people on in the flight,” he ventured.

“Oh no, Aamir, I only dressed up to show what treats I have in store for you,” I teased him back, leaning in to let my still bra-less breasts brush his arm.

He was quite surprised with my boldness, and got us into the car and on to the road in record time, anticipating a good reward in the near future.

I am sure he would have been even more surprised at how many hard-ons I had actually dealt with in the past few hours, but that was my very own secret!

Joe inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp clean mountain air. His eyes absorbed the breathtaking panorama of the city and it’s pristine coastline with vast expanses of sandy white beaches. For as far as he could see, the magnificent countryside stretched, bursting with bountiful rivers and a unique flora system. He was overlooking an area considered to be one of the most beautiful in Africa. Located at the southern tip of the African continent and nestling between the cold blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean and the warmer surf of the Indian Ocean’s was the Cape.

“Welcome to Cape Town, the Mother city of South Africa,” Megan said softly, brushing a windswept strand of auburn hair from her face. Joe smiled and turned towards her. She was like a breath of fresh air herself. Vibrant, friendly and with an earthy sexiness that seemed to radiate from her green eyes and emanate from every pore of her lithe body. “ Sir Francis Drake, the great explorer remarked that this was the fairest Cape that he had ever seen in the whole circumference of the earth. What do you think, Mr. Traveler?” she asked sultrily.

“It’s stunning, and the South Africa women are not bad either,” he quipped letting his blue eyes rake over her. Megan smiled coyly. During their exhilarating cable car ascent of Table Mountain, rising over 3000 feet to the flat summit, Joe had pressed his hard body close to hers. His clean masculine smell mingled with the faint scent of after-shave teased her senses and caused her heart to race wildly. For a moment she thought back to their meeting and how they came to be together on this spectacular peak sculpted from sandstone.

From her first glimpse of him at the International Earth Summit Conference, where she was a representative for one of the local companies, Megan had been attracted to Joe. The convention was teeming with American and European delegates, but he stood out. It was his sexy distinguished look. Tall and athletic, blonde hair flecked with gray and the way he moved, that had caught her attention. After observing him from a distance for a couple of days and establishing that he was alone, she had boldly introduced herself to him.

Joe had been delighted to meet her. No matter how luxurious the Convention Center and Hotel was, he felt cooped up and restless like a caged animal. As a man who loved the outdoors, the wind on his face and lots of wide-open spaces, the claustrophobia was getting to him. Closing in like a vice around his throat. He could take just so much of the structured program, the networking, and the backslapping dignitaries with their expansive promises and long drawn-out speeches. Thank God this was the final day, he thought. Just the closing dinner banquet to get through and then it was over. His endurance was stretched. He needed to go for a jog, let off some steam and get laid. And then she appeared before him like a welcome oasis in a hot dry desert. Fresh and bubbling with life-giving energy. Her joyous laugh was infectious making him want to smile and her exotic accent, so different to his own, was utterly captivating.

Megan had learned that although well traveled, this was Joe’s first trip to South Africa and he had a single day at leisure when the conference ended. Business commitments required that he return home abroad almost immediately.

“So you have come all the way to sunny South Africa to look at hotel walls and spend time with men in suits?” Megan inquired cheekily.

“No, I visited the tourist store in the hotel lobby, as well and bought some great postcards.” Joe teased with a serious face, but his deep blue eyes twinkled with mirth. “So I’ve seen most of what there is to see. As they say, been there, done that, got the pictures!”

Megan laughed throatily. “Pictures just don’t do it. Damn Joe, you’re in the Cape! You have to feel it, you have to experience it, you have breath it! After all, the culture here comes from the diverse cultural melting pot of Indonesian, French, Dutch, British and German settlers, as well as the local Khoisan Bushman, Hottentot and Black tribes from the north,” she enthused. “ So how about I give you a small taste of Africa and show you around?”

Joe watched her mouth as she spoke. It was luscious and full with soft pouting lips. The kind of mouth he loved to kiss and to have wrapped around his thick hard cock. “Yeah, I’d love a taste of what Africa has to offer,” he said huskily, letting his mind drift to the delicious nectar that sprang from her loins. “So choose your favorite places and let’s go. I’m yours for the taking…” Megan smiled, she had the perfect day planned for them, filled with natural beauty, adventure and all things earthy.

“You’re in good strong hands,” Joe said, as he slipped his arm around her slim waist and guided her towards the winding trail.

“Ok, so we hike down the mountain instead of taking the cable car?” Megan asked, enjoying the warmth from Joe’s body. It was a couple of degrees cooler at the top as they began their descent along the rugged footpath flanked by a wide variety of plants, many of them appearing no where else on earth. They walked down, their bodies brushing against each other, his fingers linking with hers. When the path narrowed and they walked in single file over rocky terrain, his strong hands steadied her with firm grasps and light lingering touches over the contours of her body. The wind picked up and some clouds rolled in. “Devil’s Peak will soon be blanketed in cloud,” Megan remarked.

“Devil’s Peak?”

She nodded and pointed to an adjoining mountain range. “It was named Devil’s Peak, because of various local legends that accuse good old Satan of a smoking addiction, so severe he regularly obscures the mountain top in a cloud of exhale.” Megan replied chuckling.

Joe laughed heartily. He was having fun. The outdoor exercise and her closeness had his adrenaline pumping and he could feel the “devil” in his pants steadily peaking.

Later, they relaxed in the green shade cast by large oak trees at one of the Wine Estates. It was set in a splendid maze of steep mountains and verdant valleys. A waiter placed a platter before them crammed full with cheese, olives, cherry tomatoes and fresh crusty bread. Two bunches of succulent grapes completed the delicious array.

They sat opposite each other at the small wooden table, their knees touching lightly.

“Well everything looks very tempting,” Joe said seductively as he poured them each a glass of well-rounded wine. “I hope that I will be able to indulge in all that I see…”

Megan sipped her wine and looked at him. He had been subtly flirting with her all day. She flashed him a dark sexy look and flirted back. “Well that depends on your appetite and your stamina doesn’t it?”

“Oh my appetites are huge and plentiful, and you just want to see my stamina…” he replied, pressing a plump olive to her lips. She parted them slightly and let the olive slide slowly into her mouth. She rolled it around her tongue, before chewing and swallowing it. Joe watched her mouth and the sensual way she used it. His cock stirred in delicious anticipation.

Megan ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and fed Joe a cube of cheese, letting her fingertip lightly touch his face. The taste of the ripe, mature cheese filled his mouth. “It’s smooth and creamy, with a hint of moistness,” he said huskily, sliding another olive between her lips. She caught his finger in her mouth and let her tongue glide around the tip, before drawing it deeply in and sucking it sensuously. Joe’s cock responded immediately, growing rigid and stiff as he watched and felt her mouth lavishing oral attention on his thick index finger.

“Jesus,” he groaned, pulling his glistening digit from her mouth. You’re a naughty girl.”

“Mmm more like a greedy, hungry girl,” she purred, “One who knows what she likes.”

“And what would that be?” Joe asked, taking a bite of bread and chewing slowly. His eyes never left her face.

“Well, I enjoy using my senses. Touch, taste, smell, hearing and sight to savor nature’s bounty and goodness. I like textures, hard and smooth to tantalize my tastebuds.” She smiled and took a long sip of her wine, swallowing deeply. “Mmmm I love the robust fullness as it slides down my throat…” Joe got up and moved to the chair alongside hers. He smiled at her and trailed his hand along the warm smoothness of her inner thigh. She gasped softly, quite unprepared for his swift movements.

He pressed his mouth close to her ear and whispered “ Megan, you’re a greedy, teasing, cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” She smiled seductively, his words sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. He continued, his warm breath teasing her ear. “And I have an eat- as- much- as- you- like buffet right here.” His hand guided hers over the taut fabric of his swollen groin. It was hard and hot to her lingering touch.

The people at the table opposite glanced at them and smiled knowingly. “Shit Joe,” Megan groaned softly, “People are watching us.” His hand found its way back to her thigh creeping higher in search of her hidden treasure. With his other hand he plucked a luscious black grape from the bunch and pushed it deep into her mouth. Oh God, Megan thought, as the grape exploded between her teeth and the sweet juice filled her mouth, my pussy is so fucking wet.

As if reading her mind, Joe popped a grape into his own mouth and growled in a low voice. “And after you have feasted on my hot meat buffet and drunk from my gushing fountain, I will slowly savor dessert. Big juicy grapes, fresh from the steamy wet depths…” He paused, watching her eyes.

Megan exhaled deeply, suddenly realizing that she had been holding her breath.

“Of your hot hungry cunt!” he hissed.

The raw sexual energy between them was overwhelming. Megan stood quickly and disappeared in the direction of the ladies room. Joe reached under the table and rubbed his hand over his aching cock, trying to quell the deep ache. Megan returned. Her face flushed, a wild fevered look in her blazing eyes.

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing Joe’s hand and leading him away from the dining area.

“The ladies room?” Joe asked, as he pulled her close and kissed her hard when they were out of sight of the diners.

“No,” Megan moaned, her lips seeking his mouth in another passionate, bruising kiss, “ Too busy.” She dragged him to a small alcove behind the main building. The sounds of voices drifted to them. They were still in close proximity to people but she didn’t care. Joe pushed her against the wall and let his hand slide up her thigh to her panties. His eyes widened when he discovered that she had removed them and his fingers slid straight into her frothing cunt. He scooped some pussy juice out and brought it to his mouth.

“God, you taste good,” he groaned as he relished her warm honey tang and breathed in her musky scent. Megan wanted to savor his taste as well, but they were in a raging sexual frenzy. Like two animals in heat, desperate to mate, to fuck! Joe unzipped his pants and his cock sprung free thick and engorged, with an angry looking purple head. He grabbed Megan’s leg and lifted it high up onto his waist as he plowed his rampant hardness deep into her scorching cunt.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, harder!” she urged. Her pussy walls gripped his pistoning cock tightly and her muscles worked his throbbing hardness. She met each one of his savage thrusts, grinding her pelvis against his and grasping him firmly. The base of his thick cock rubbed against her swollen clit and her wetness seeped down her thigh. The scent of their fucking hung heavily in the air around them, heightening their excitement. They heard the sound of approaching voices and Megan’s heart felt like it might burst in her chest.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” she panted as the first wave of orgasm smashed into her abdomen and rocked her backwards. “Fuck yes! Yes!” she cried sharply. Joe pressed his hand against her mouth hard, silencing her screams of pleasure as her cunt convulsed around his erupting cock.

“Oh yeah baby, that was good, so good,” Joe moaned breathlessly, as the last of his seed spilled into her throbbing and twitching pussy. He had sprayed a massive load inside her and some dribbled out as he withdrew. Megan fell against him, spent and shaky as they kissed softly in the warm glow of their passion and the afternoon sun.

“I have something that I need to do,” Joe said, his eyes glinting, “Before we return to the table.”

“Oh yes, what is it?” Megan asked curiously.

Joe reached into his pocket and produced three firm, round grapes.

“Oh Jesus no!” Megan gasped, as he pushed the grapes deep into her freshly fucked cunt. She clenched her muscles involuntarily to keep them from slipping out of her oozing crevice.

“I’ll have dessert later, when they are nicely marinated…” he said lewdly licking his fingers, “Now put on your panties, and lets go have lunch.”

They returned to their table. Megan was acutely aware of the invading fruit that was snugly buried deep inside her tight tunnel. Fuck, she thought, resisting the urge to clench her pussy too hard around the teasing cold globes. It was so erotic, but she hoped to God that they stayed intact. Joe nodded politely at the astonished waiter and chuckled at the thought that he had probably got a huge eyeful of them frantically fucking like two horny rabbits.

“Just one more place to experience, “ Megan said as she pulled off the winding road and parked the car. She reached over to the back seat and grabbed a basket. “Follow me stud,” she said conspiratorially.

“Baby I’m in your hands,” Joe said laughingly, “Although I’d rather be in your mouth, and feasting on your fruit…”

“Ah that voracious appetite…” Joe stopped and gasped at the sight before them. They had navigated their way down a very steep path flanked by lush green vegetation and then they came upon it. Recessed discreetly behind two massive granite boulders was the most beautiful remote beach Joe had ever seen. He stared in wonder. The sand was shimmery white and powder soft. They padded barefoot over it until they found a secluded spot.

Megan reached into the basket and brought out a bottle of chilled champagne and two long stemmed crystal champagne flutes. She spread a soft quilt on the sand and dropped down onto it while Joe poured some of the cold bubbly liquid into a glass and handed it to her. She smiled as his eyes appraised her, taking in the contrast of her tanned, sun-kissed skin against the thin white lace of her dress.

“My God, this place is stunningly beautiful,” Joe said hoarsely. A gentle wind ruffled his hair and Megan felt the pulse in her throat begin to throb as he draped his arm casually around her. They looked out at the clear blue ocean. The swells were good and the waves crashed onto the shore as the tide began to rise.

“This beach is outstanding for surfing,” Joe remarked, as his hand moved slowly up to the nape of Megan’s neck and trailed through her hair. He touched her lightly, letting little tingles rush up her spine. She sighed softly as he dragged his tongue from the back of her neck towards her shoulder. His fingertips brushed her bare arms and she moaned as she stretched her body languidly. Her nipples were rock hard, poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Joe moved his mouth to hers and teased her lips with the tip of his tongue. She tried to kiss him, but he pulled back and held her firmly.

“Still so greedy my sweet slut,” he murmured, as he slowly peeled off her dress leaving her in her stained white thong. He buried his nose between her thighs and smelled the strong cunty aroma of her recently fucked pussy. The remnants of his cum mingled with her juices on her stained panties. “I want this as my special souvenir,” he said as he scraped his teeth across the soiled fabric covering her mound. A deep throbbing heat coursed through Megan’s pussy as she felt his warm breath radiating over her and teasing her groin.

“Oh Joe, she begged, don’t do this to me, please!” He ignored her and dragged his tongue up over her flat belly and navel to her engorged nipples. They were like rock hard pebbles, pointy and aching to be sucked. He flicked his tongue slowly over them and then sucked them into his mouth causing her to gasp and squirm. His lavish tit sucking and the warm breeze caressing her were a heady combination of erotic pleasure. Her cunt pulsed with excitement and her breath caught in her chest. She could feel Joe’s thick bulge straining against her thigh. She moved her hand to touch it, teasingly tracing the outline with her long nails. Joe growled deeply and sat up stripping off his clothes, while she slipped her fingers inside her thong and ripped it off.

Joe’s cock was above average, thick with bulging veins and a smooth glistening head. A small drop of precum dribbled from the slit and her mouth watered to taste it. Megan pushed him down on his back and moved her face enticingly to his groin. She blew softly onto his cock and watched it jerk responsively. Changing her position, she lowered herself over Joe’s naked body in a sixty- nine position and rubbed her soaking wet pussy over his mouth.

Megan kissed his balls and let her tongue slide over the soft skin between them. His cock was like a steel rod. She felt the heat emanating from it as she slowly slid her tongue from the base all the way up the rigid shaft to the top. Her lips surrounded the head of his cock and she thrust her head down while she sucked him. Her tongue swirled like a slippery snake flicking back and forth and around his throbbing glans.

“Ahhh,” he groaned as he felt her talented mouth working his dick. His tongue was devouring her cunt, sliding between the wet pink folds and vibrating her hard swollen clit. He slipped a finger inside her and stretched her open so his tongue could deep-fuck her steaming pussy and hook out the juicy grapes. She let out a groan as she felt the grapes pop out of her pussy. Joe devoured them slowly.

“Mmm the food of the Gods,” he sighed as he relished their juicy succulence. Joe breathed deeply savoring the musky scent of her pussy and the salty smell of the sea. The taste of the sweet grapes and her pussy juice lingered on his tongue. Megan stopped sucking Joe but kept stroking him with her hand not wanting to break the rhythm. She reached over to take a sip of her champagne, and with the cold bubbly liquid in her mouth she slid her lips back over Joe’s aching cock.

“Fuck!” he gasped as the sensations of cool frothy liquid and soft wet tongue conspired to tease his raging hot cock. He thrust hard, deep into Megan’s mouth. He was dizzy with desire and the sound of the crashing waves roared in his ears. Megan swallowed the champagne, tasting the heady flavor of precum mixed with the sweet,icy bubbles. She felt Joe slide the warm fullness of his tongue from her tight ass hole all the way up to her clit, and then capture it into his mouth. He sucked it firmly but gently, slipping two fingers up to the first knuckle into her love hole.

“Give it to me, finger fuck me!” she hissed, letting Joe’s cock slip from her mouth. The teasing was driving her wild, and Joe felt the tight grip of her greedy cunt wanting to suck his fingers inside. He plunged them in deeply, moving them in and out and from side to side, finger fucking her into a frenzy while his mouth sucked her clit. He slid the index finger from his other hand up her humid ass and she screamed and writhed on top of him. Megan lost all sense of time and place. Her mouth latched onto his cock again and she sucked harder, more fervently. Her hands were everywhere, stroking his ass, his balls. Rubbing and touching until she felt him tensing. She was desperate to taste him and to milk him of his fertile seed. His cock swelled dangerously and she felt the deep throbs as she gripped his shaft firmly. He let out a wild guttural howl as the first spurts of thick hot creamy cum shot into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, tasting his sweet saltiness and licked the pulsating head clean. Her own orgasm was bubbling wanting to erupt like a volcano. She pressed her drenched pussy down harder onto his mouth and let the exquisite explosion wash over her as her cunt walls throbbed and tightened around his fingers, flooding cum into his mouth. Megan cried out loudly. Her body shuddered, the sounds of the ocean and tide merging with the thudding in her ears, the pounding of her heart, and the pulsing contractions deep inside her cunt.

“Thank you for giving me a little taste of Africa,” Joe said, catching his breath. He pulled her towards him and embraced her tenderly. “It truly is an unforgettable experience, one I will cherish forever.” Megan smiled wistfully and said a silent thanks to Mother Nature for nurturing them with her rich abundant treasures, and also for putting hot lusty men on earth.

They lay close together and watched the sun beginning to set on the horizon. The sky changed color slowly, dazzling them with its profound beauty. Yet another tribute to the magnificence and splendour of nature and Africa, Megan thought. The sounds of their breathing, the crashing waves and the cry of the seagulls filled their ears. Both knew that soon, very soon, their passion for each other would rise again in this beautiful unspoiled place and Joe would enter Megan deeply. She would draw him into her and they would join together in blissful union. A man and a woman, two spiritual beings, who would lose themselves in unbridled pleasure and touch the sky as the earth moved for them.

The last rays of dusk had passed and the long shadows of darkness were settling themselves around the room as I sat on the couch and let the strains of my favorite CD wash over me. I drained the last dregs of my third glass of wine and shook my head cynically. Who would’ve ever believed I’d find myself drinking alone on Valentine’s Day swept up in a morass of unresolved emotions over my failed relationship?

Truthfully, Valentine’s Day had never ever been much of a big deal for me. Maybe I was just too much of a practical down-to-earth kind of girl. I’d always found it to be a day that typically raised all kinds of unrealistic expectations with the stores brimming with pink satin, red velvet hearts and love paraphernalia. And then of course, the biggest contradiction of all was the lingerie and chocolates! I mean, indulging in one meant steering well clear of the other.

Anyway, from my experience, most of the men I’d known hated buying that stuff, hated the pressure of having to make a big deal out of the day, hated having to play at being romantic over a delicately prepared dinner and being thoughtful on cue when they’d rather be eating a good steak, having a beer and getting down and dirty later. God, I sounded sour but I guess being alone on Valentine’s Day after losing my lover two weeks back had probably brought an extra edge of bitterness to the whole hearts and candy affair.

I wiped the beginning of a tear away furiously. Enough was enough! No more pathetic whining and self pity. He was gone. The pain still cut like a sabre through me but it was over. I’d throw the shirts he’d left in the laundry basket out with the trash in the morning and move on with my life. Two weeks of grieving and moping about was enough, but I’d hoped the wine would help to bring some relief from the tension and angst I’d been feeling. It hadn’t and I knew there was only one solution left. I needed to get off. An orgasm always relaxed me.

A fortnight without release was unusual for me but I’d not been in the mood. Every time the thought occurred to me, I’d be overwhelmed with the craving for his closeness, the warmth and heat as he slipped his hardness into me and the completion that always came with our coupling. He had walked away from what we had dammit, but I couldn’t help still wanting him.

I headed for the bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror as I shrugged off my clothes. Despite my gloom I was still what would be considered pretty. Not exactly the type a model agency would sign up but my dark curly hair fell softly around my shoulders and when my eyes weren’t red rimmed they were a deep green that sparkled when I laughed. I stripped off the blue jeans that clung to my long legs and mused at how lucky I was to still have a decent body given my tendency to occasionally binge on pizza and Chinese takeouts.

With my eyes closed, I lay on the bed and slowly began to stroke my breasts letting the tips of my fingertips tease the hardening nipples. Almost immediately dampness welled up in my pussy and I let my mind drift to a real nice place where I could believe that love and hope and passion were still there to reach for. Playing with my nipples was a sure fire way to get me aroused and I lowered my hand to the moistness between my thighs and stroked myself. Two fingers slid through the juice of my lust, parting the swollen pouty lips and dipped into the pooling wetness of my cunt.

In the background the phone rang and I plunged another finger inside myself. Whoever was calling could fucking wait, I was not letting go of this. Inside my pussy the three fingers stretching me were doing their work. I arched my back and thrust myself against my hand, imagining it was him. In the eye of my mind I could see his face just inches from mine, the fire in his eyes as he drove deeper and deeper into my pussy. A groan ripped from me as I recalled the way he panted with pleasure when my pussy clamped around him and he neared his moment, the smell of his musky maleness wetting my skin and the guttural sounds of his joy as he peaked.

God, I was almost there. Almost. Close. So close. The mountain of sensation grew, reaching for the peak that would burst in blissful joy. I panted as I felt my body shudder towards it. Sweat rolled down the cleavage of my breasts and the crack of my ass as I strained against my fingers that were relentlessly fucking the steaming cauldron between my thighs. The first rush of what would explode into ecstasy started somewhere in the pit of my belly and radiated out in hot waves pushing the breath from my body. I moaned and grunted rocking against my hand. My mind willed me on, frantic now on the edge of release.

The shrill sound of the phone echoed through the room shattering my concentration.

“Shit! Fuck!” I screamed in frustration as the peaking pleasure slipped from my grasp. “Oh God, nooo,” I moaned as the muscles in my abdomen quivered with tension, still desperate for orgasm. It had always been so easy to come with him.

The ringing ceased and almost immediately started up again. I grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

“Yes, dammit!” My voice was muffled, still thick with desire.

“Christ, Lucy these are the most screwed up directions, you’ve ever given me,” a strange male voice said. A note of irritation dripped from his tone, “I’ve been driving around for an hour and I still can’t find your place. Care to-”

“Excuse me,” I snapped, “There is no Lucy here. Never has been, never will be!” I was seething with annoyance and bordering on breathless rage. Whoever he was, he’d picked the wrong fucking minute to dial my number the first time he called and then he still had the gall to call again. I wanted to tell him his fucking fortune and then slam the phone down so loudly in his ear that it hurt. Asshole!

“Shit, I’ve got the wrong number, haven’t I? She actually gave me the wrong number, I can’t believe it!” I heard a loud thump and assumed he had slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “Christ I should have known better than to get sucked in by her again. This is yet another one of her stupid mind games.”

I swallowed my retort as I listened to him. Despite the cutting edge to his words, his voice was smooth and deep. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” he said in a warm apologetic tone, “It sounded like I might have woken you.”

I struggled to catch my breath. It was my turn to speak, to say something, to confirm that he had indeed dialed the wrong number and then to hang up, but inexplicably I didn’t want to. The throbbing between my legs had intensified and my hand dipped into my pussy again. “It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping,” I said as I choked back a groan of pleasure.

“Yeah well I shouldn’t have called anyway, even if it was her number,” he said bitterly. “It was a stupid whim to have tried to see her, what with it being Valentine’s Day and all.”

I impaled myself on my fingers and let my thumb slide over my clit as he rattled on. God, his voice was so good, so masculine. I needed him to keep talking. I bit my lip to cover the purring sounds in my throat and shut my eyes to block out everything but his voice. The rich male baritone continued, “…anyway this has been a good wake up call for me. I should have read the signs a month ago when she left me saying that she needed space and moved in with a friend.”

“A month ago huh?” I said my voice thick with arousal. “Too bad. Maybe she’s with my boyfriend. He left two weeks ago.”

“Hmmm, great month for relationships,” he mused. “Like I said, I’m sorry for bothering you. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do than listen to a stranger’s sob story. Sounds like you have one of your own and I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing.”

I shifted on my bed trying to escape the pleas from my wetly stimulated body. It was time to hang up and finish what I had started, but there was this voice on the line that I somehow didn’t want to let go. He was in much the same situation as I was; alone on Valentine’s Day and still raw from the emotional aftermath of a broken relationship.

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely, “I was thinking about him when you interrupted…” I couldn’t believe I’d said it. It wasn’t so much the words but the inference. He knew what I was talking about. I sensed he understood perfectly well what I’d been doing. The arousal in my voice must have been a dead giveaway. It was as loud and as clear as a cat’s mating call.

He inhaled sharply, “Yeah, I know about those kinds of thoughts. I have them occasionally,” he said softly. The loneliness and hunger screamed from his tone and struck a chord with me. At least we understood each other.

“I’m in Milner Drive, where are you now?” The words spilled from my lips as if they had a mind of their own.

“Kingsway Avenue. Why?” He’d asked the question, but I couldn’t help but think it was rhetorical.

“That’s two blocks away,” I said huskily. “I’m in the third house from the corner if you want to stop by for coffee or something…” Jesus, what was I thinking; inviting a complete stranger into my home when coffee was the last thing on my mind. The throbbing heat between my legs had not cooled during our conversation. If anything the aching was more intense.

“I don’t know,” he answered drawing in an uneasy breath. “The way I’m feeling right now I probably won’t be much of a conversationalist with a woman tonight. My intentions around seeing her this evening weren’t exactly without selfish motive or even honorable…” He gave a wry laugh, “But I’ve got your number now, so maybe some other time?”

“I’m not feeling too talkative myself, so don’t worry about that,” I countered, dangling my offer in front of him like bait. “But if you change your mind it’s number six Milner Drive. I thought we could… keep each other from thinking too much tonight.”

“You’re making it difficult for me to refuse.” His voice had dropped to a low sexy drawl. “Yours wouldn’t be the white house with the green roof and the bay windows, would it? I’ve just pulled up outside.”

Reality set in quickly with his last words and I hung up the phone, grabbed my robe and rushed to the window. I tried to steady my breathing. This was total insanity; he could be anyone, dangerous even; a perverted sex fiend or a violent rapist. My mind raced even as I felt the first flicker of fear mingle with the liquid tide of hormones between my thighs. Shit, the way I was feeling right now, nobody would have to force me too much. But still, I wasn’t the kind of woman who invited strange men over.

Dammit, was I really this desperate? Maybe he would go away. I didn’t have to actually open the door and he’d get the hint and leave. At this point it could still just be a bad idea and not a serious regret. But my curiosity got the better of me. I inched the drapes aside and peered out at him standing on the curb next to his car in the dim light of the streetlamp. He ran his hand through his hair and stared at the house as if deciding whether he should venture up the driveway towards the front door.

From what I could see he was tall and well built without being overly muscular. His shoulders shifted in the loose leather jacket as he reached back into the car to retrieve something. From the distance I was, and the way he was positioned, I couldn’t make out his features and even if I could, it wouldn’t have made him less of a stranger. Maybe it was the wine I’d consumed. Perhaps it was just because I was so fucking tired of feeling miserable and alone. Maybe it was simply because it was Valentine’s Day and there was supposed to be passion and excitement in the air, I don’t know, but I acted completely out of character. A wave of recklessness washed over me as I walked straight to the front door and opened it just as he reached the doorstep.

Seeing him up close took my breath away. He was dark like a Brando biker with short well cut hair and a craggy face that pushed the word attractive to breaking point. His nose had been broken at least once and reset, but it was far from perfect and his grey eyes were big and inquisitive. They moved fast for their size, like a couple of quick boxers around a small ring. He looked like a tough guy and as if he ought to be dirty but I could see that he was scrupulously clean. Looking at a man’s hands was something I always did, and his fingers and nails were immaculate.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Edward.” He reached across and handed me a bunch of yellow roses. “Flowers by default,” he grinned, showing good white teeth. “Hope you don’t mind.”

He didn’t strike me as the flowers kind of guy, not even on Valentine’s Day. But he’d said he had plans for Lucy or whatever her name was, tonight. Stupid girl, her loss was my gain!

“Thanks,” I said reaching for the blooms and smiling. “I’m Rachel.” I tried to keep my tone purposefully casual to deny what we both knew.

His eyes slid over me and I felt suddenly naked and exposed. The silky white robe I’d thrown on hardly covered me. It rested against the top of my thighs and was casually tied at the waist but I knew that my dark nipples were probably clearly visible to his eyes. I stood frozen there for a moment.

“I… I guess I didn’t really think you’d show up,” I stammered.

“Let’s say I was curious. You have a sexy phone voice and when you invited me over, I thought I’d take a chance and see what was behind the voice.”

“Disappointed?” I asked feeling self conscious and terribly aware of his masculine presence.

“Quite the opposite,” he drawled as his eyes drilled into me. “But I can leave, if that’s what you want.” His mouth softened at the corners as he spoke but it was still hard as nails in the middle. Fuck, he was sexy and I felt the butterflies take off in my stomach. Leaving was the last thing I wanted him to do.

“No,” I replied a little too quickly. “What I’d like, is for you to come inside.”

“I’d love to come inside…” he said as he flashed me a knowing smile.

Jesus, talk about a bad choice of words! My face flushed and the heat raced through my stomach like it does after the first sips of whisky. The front door blew shut as we stepped into the house. I dropped the flowers on the table in the hallway and tried to steady my breathing, praying that my exhale would not come out as a shuddering moan of delicious anxiety. I was inches away from a stranger and my desire for him was inexplicable, something I couldn’t begin to understand. He wanted me too, I was certain of that but there were manners, conventions, codes of conduct, things that were done and oh God, not done.

“I’ll get the coffee going and change-” I said huskily trying for some semblance of sense and decorum. “Take a seat,” I said gesturing to the living room, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not thirsty and what you’re wearing is fine,” His breath tickled my neck as he spoke and I shuddered in the muted light of the passage at the foot of the stairs He was following me. My heart hammered in my chest. I was afraid of what I wanted, and yet fearful that this frightening moment would pass.

My mouth was dry, but my heart was humming as the desire stewing between my legs threatened to overwhelm me. I tried to swallow but my saliva was gone. “Are you sure?” I croaked as I turned towards him flattening my back against the passage wall for safety and support.

There was sweat on his upper lip and moisture glistened in the chest hairs at the neck of his open shirt. I tried to lick at my lips as I waited for his answer, tried to smile at him as I anticipated his next move. But it was all too late. There were no manners left, no necessity for small talk. There was only naked need. Our hunger was frantic. His. Mine.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling me towards him. He wrapped his arms around me like rope as his lips closed hungrily on mine. I kissed him back, my mouth open and wet, slippery with lust as our tongues slid together. The stubble of his beard rasped against my skin and I groaned in excitement as his lips consumed me. I wrestled his leather jacket off and let it drop to the floor. His cock still confined in his tight jeans pressed against me and I jammed my pelvis against him as my robe hiked up to expose my dripping pussy. He lowered his hand to my wetness and slipped his fingers through the matted hair into my pulsing heat.

“Oh God,” I moaned at the first delicious sensation of being touched. I drew my leg up to give him entry to my pussy and he fixed his eyes on me. They had taken on a faraway look but raw lust raged from them.

“Wait,” he groaned, moving me past him and onto the stairway. He urged me down so that I was sitting on the step that was third from the bottom and my face was line with his cock. It threatened to burst from the crushing denim fabric that was tautly stretched across it. I wanted it so badly. My mouth was watering. I needed to take his heat into my mouth and taste him. But he was in control. He sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine and positioned himself so he could spread my thighs open and lean in to taste me. His tongue lingered teasingly at the entrance to my swollen pussy lips and a groan of anticipation ripped from my throat when he finally plunged into the wet velvetness of my pussy.

He was a complete stranger and yet now he owned my intimacy. The realization shocked and excited me. His tongue explored with tenderness and then with passion as it slid through the folds and up to my clit. He licked and sucked it and then dipped his tongue back into my slit, pressing, drawing back, probing, driving me insane with feverish desire, making me gasp and grab at his hair as I tried to impale his tongue deep inside my cunt. I wrapped my thighs around his head and lifted up my ass to give him deeper access. “Oh Fuck,” I moaned as the sensations built. I could feel his tongue reaching deeper into me, his strong strokes exploring me. In, up higher then back to lap at my clit and all the way down my slit to the thin smooth strip that separated my pussy from my ass. For a second his tongue lingered and I knew instantly what was about to happen. He spread me wide open, and I lifted my butt off the step so that his tongue could slide between my buttocks. The thrill of indecent excitement shot through me as he pushed his tongue over the puckered ridge of my asshole and forced it inside. I screamed at the sensation and rocked against his tongue while I let my fingers slide over my clit. His movements speeded as he hungrily speared my ass.

“Oh fuck yess! Ooohh! ” I cried lost in the exquisite sensations. It was so nasty but so delicious. A moan bubbled from his throat as he replaced his tongue in my ass with a thick finger and resumed his skilled lapping and sucking of my clit, licking at my wet fingers and sweeping down into my pussy. A tight ball of ecstasy rushed from his tongue in my pussy to the drumming finger inside my ass and I bucked and reared like an animal riding his face like a saddle until the quake of pleasure crashed into me and swamped me in a storm of pure joy.

“Argghhh! God! ” I screamed as I gave myself over to orgasm. The muscles in my pussy and ass tightened and clenched around his marauding finger and tongue while juice spilled from me leaving its earthy animal scent lingering in the air above us. He moved his soaked face from between my thighs and unsteadily stood up leaning against the wall as he stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt.

“Thank you,” I gasped, still breathless. “It’s never been like that before.” He smiled and extended his hand to help me up. I felt so deliciously weak and shaky but I was still filled with the awareness of his diamond hard cock inside his jeans. “If we make it to the top of the stairs, there’s some unfinished business I want to attend to…”

By the time we reached the bedroom door, I had his jeans unbuttoned and my hand inside, reaching for him like a looter in a store, hurriedly grasping at the pulsing bulge so it wouldn’t escape from me. His cock reared against my hand pulsing like a heart as I pulled it free of its confines, and God, was he gloriously thick. My fingers were scarcely able to close around him. The taut skin of his cock was smooth and burning wet with his own excitement. He brushed against my tummy impatiently and my heart speeded up. My body was humming like a wire in the wind. I desperately wanted him inside me.

“Do it,” I groaned, “Fuck me, please.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he reached around and held the cheek of my ass, drawing my right leg up over his thigh as he guided himself to my entrance. Juice dripped from me in anticipation of the invasion and I gasped as he rubbed his cock head over my swollen lips.

For a millisecond the horror of unsafe sex crossed my mind. In a few minutes his sperm would be free inside me with all its dangers and secrets and frantic irresponsibility, but inexplicably the thought did not make me recoil. I realized with horror that this was exactly what I wanted. I’d always been so cautious, so responsible and now just once, with a desperation that bordered on the insane, I wanted to experience the basest sex of all with this strange man in my house on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to celebrate my lust and laugh in the face of lost love. I wanted to use the hugeness poling out of his jeans as a contraption for my pleasure and become a sex thing for him. For this night, I wanted to feel gloriously wantonly sexually alive.

My eyes must have screamed my thoughts because he bucked down and reared up invading me with a force that knocked the breath from my body. My feet flew off the floor and for a mind-bending second I hung there in space speared on his cock. One moment I was a void, achingly, agonizingly empty and then he was deep inside me stretching me, forcing my cunt to stretch open to take every rock hard inch of him.

“Ooohh,” I gasped as he split me wide open and reached beneath my ass to take my weight. His biceps strained and his knees buckled but he held me in front of him pressing me against the wall. He lifted me an inch or two higher as he drew his glistening meat out of me then let me down again to sink all the way to the base of him. Stars burst in my head at the depth of the penetration and the way his big cock head rammed into my core. I felt like I was being wrenched apart. My legs curled around him and I crossed my ankles in the small of his back to steady myself. There were beads of sweat on his lip as he carried me, still connected to him, to the bed where it had all begun with that phone call.

He thrust forward into me collapsing his body down onto me. The air rushed from my lungs as I clamped around him locking him in the hot whirlpool of my pussy. I kept my legs tightly hugged around him and dug my nails into his back.

‘Fuck me hard, please,” I moaned hungry for the friction and roughness of his lust. “Show me how much you want me.”

A guttural sound ripped from him as he drove back and forth fucking me in deep hard long strokes. “Jesus, you feel good,” he rasped, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. His mouth found my nipple and he latched onto it causing ripples of pleasure to race up my spine and explode in my already overloaded brain.

I groaned and twisted, writhing under him as the familiar twitches of pleasure began to grow again. Our hips slammed together and I ground my pubic bone hard up against him moaning loudly as the rhythmic spasms deep inside me built slowly and tripped over each other in quick tight convulsions that threatened to strangle him in the noose of my pussy. I shrieked with the intensity of my orgasm as a dam erupted in me. On and on it went, my quivering walls clutching at him and squeezing his steely hardness with the molten warmth flowing from inside me.

“Damn baby,” he screamed as his face contorted in a grimace of pure pleasure. “Fuck, oh fuck! God, I’m gonna come!” His hot breath fanned my face and his movements lost their coordination as his climax surged over mine. I felt his cock throb wildly as he spurted his release, spraying his cum in long ribbons deep inside me. My body rocked against his, wringing every drop of lust from him until he collapsed onto me. “Jesus,” he gasped breathlessly as his fingers traced along the sides of my body, “What a wrong number this was.”

I waited until our breathing had returned to normal and then eased myself out from under him. Satiated now, I was acutely aware again that he was a stranger.

“Should I make that coffee now, or maybe get you a drink…?” I said fumbling around for words.

He raised his head and fixed his eyes on me. “No, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to make this any more awkward for you than it already is.”

“Awkward?” I said, trying to play it cool. “I think we passed awkward at the bottom of the stairs.”

He laughed and rolled towards me pulling me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest and inhaled his musky scent mingling with the aroma of our spent passion. “I guess, you’re right,” he replied. “But you were incredible and you saved me from being played for a fool tonight. There is something though that I am curious about,” he said sitting up and gazing intently down at me.

“What’s that?”

“If I called you again, would it be the right number?”

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

“Probably not,” I said softly not meeting his eyes. “Pining and falling into someone’s bed because of the end of one relationship isn’t exactly the best way to start another one.” It was time to move on with my life and I didn’t think a casual night of mind blowing sex with a stranger on Valentine’s Day qualified as the start of something new. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

‘That’s okay, no pressure,” Edward said as he rolled off the bed. “I hope you find what you’re looking for and that things work out for you.” He buttoned up his jeans and reached for his shirt. “But if you change your mind and want to see me again, I can give you my number.”

What was I supposed to say? Would he think I was a slut if I told him I’d got what I wanted from him? That I’d stepped out of myself for one crazy night, lost myself in wanton passion but that fundamentally I was cautious and responsible, hoping to meet Prince Charming in some acceptable and conventional way. I watched him dress. “Ok, now I do feel awkward,” I said. “Are you simply trying to make me feel less guilty about tonight or do you really want me to call you?”

He shrugged as he buttoned up his shirt. “Would it matter if I did? It’s your choice. Remember, I said no pressure.” His lips curled in a half smile as he glanced passed me to the phone on the nightstand. “Serendipity, that’s what they call it, don’t they? Tonight was a fortunate accident, and who knows sweet Rachel, maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.” His grey eyes locked with mine, “Or maybe we won’t. Let’s leave it to chance. Stranger things have happened.”

I waited until I heard the front door close and his car start up before I headed down to the kitchen. The yellow roses on the table in the hall caught my attention. Propped up against them was a small business card. I read it and softly mouthed his full name then dropped it a drawer with a stash of take out menus and pizza delivery numbers. They were all numbers I used when my cravings needed to be satisfied. I shut the drawer and laughed with the exhilaration of my new found liberation and freedom. Edward was totally delicious, definitely better than chocolates could ever have been on Valentine’s Day and it couldn’t hurt to keep his number. After all, there were times when I might need a hot and fast delivery on demand.

Glen Thomkins smiled to himself as he stared at the screen of his computer monitor. The spell check function of his word processing program had just finished scanning his latest short story for the second time. This time it showed no errors. Glen double-checked the options on the Literotica Submit Page that he had selected. He clicked the Preview button, then after giving his story another quick read-through he submitted it for approval.

For just over a year Glen had been trying his hand at writing erotic short stories that were published online. He had read enough of them to be familiar with the tropes and machinations that many of his favourite authors used. And after reading enough of what he considered very poor attempts at writing he felt confident that he could do just as well — if not better than some. The story that Glen had just submitted was his eighth submission, and so far he was pleased that many of them had been well-liked by readers, judging by the positive feedback he had received. This was all the encouragement that he needed to keep writing. Besides, it filled a yearning or emptiness inside him that he could not quite intellectualize, but felt nonetheless.

Glen pushed himself away from his computer desk and went out to his kitchen. It was a Tuesday night and he had nothing to do now that he had submitted his latest story. He opened the fridge and ran his eyes over the contents of the shelves. After passing over a bottle of peach juice and one of Pepsi, he reached for a can of beer. It was nearly eleven-thirty and Glen thought that some beer might help him to sleep.

Returning to the living room, Glen tilted his head to the left and scanned the titles on the spines of his compact disc cases. A bittersweet smile appeared on his face when he saw Time Out of Mind. He pulled the jewel case out and placed the disc in the tray, then started it. He sat down on the couch and pulled at the tab of the beer can he was holding. It opened with a hiss and he took a gulp as he listened to Bob Dylan sing about being sick of love, yet in the thick of it.

“Amen, Zimmy,” Glen mumbled to himself as he brought the can back up to his snarling lips. He closed his damp eyes and began singing along to the music as his mind wandered back four years into the past.

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Glen knew from experience that it took about four days for a story he submitted to Literotica to be approved. As the fourth day approached he always grew impatient to see his newest piece of writing appear on the web page. Then came the anticipation of feedback from readers. Often it was terse, but encouraging, although some of it had helpful criticism. Glen read them all and replied to all readers who provided an email address for him to contact them. To Glen, this was an integral part of contributing to the website. He had even made a few online friends as a result of it.

That Friday when he arrived home from work at Weaver’s Hardware Store Glen immediately went to his computer. He booted it up and smiled proudly when he saw that his story was listed amongst the new ones on Literotica. He quickly scanned it, then clicked one of the gold stars to rate it — giving it a 5 like he always did, and hoped others would. Next, he checked his Hotmail account to see if he had received any feedback.

When Glen saw that he had received three pieces of feedback on his story he smiled. The first reader chose to remain anonymous, so Glen couldn’t reply. The second person had given his name and email address. Glen saved that correspondence so he could reply later. Glen read the third piece of feedback, then checked the email address and name of the sender. His jaw went slack and his heart began to race. In disbelief, he read it again:

Great story. Lots of emotion for the reader to relate to, and hot, hot sex. Thanks for yet another top quality submission. Please keep writing. Stephanie

After staring at the return email address to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Glen gave his head a shake. He knew that address as well as he knew his own. He had sent dozens and dozens of emails to it years ago. It belonged to Stephanie Calvi, an ex-girlfriend of his, and the one great love of his life. She was a junior high school teacher in Guilford, or at least she was when Glen last knew her. That was four years ago.

Glen pushed his chair away from his computer desk. He folded his arms across his chest and began tapping his upper lip with his forefinger as he thought. He wasn’t surprised that Stephanie was able to relate to the story he had written, or especially to the female character in it. The fact was that the female protagonist, Keri, was based entirely on Stephanie — from her physical appearance, to her taste in music. Writing that short story for Literotica had been a cathartic process for Glen. It was a way for him to hopefully exorcise some of his inner demons regarding Stephanie. In writing his story he was able to have the male character say things that he knew he would never get the opportunity to say to his ex-girlfriend. But now as he re-read Stephanie’s email he began to reconsider this long-held assumption.

A groan escaped Glen’s mouth as he weighed his options. His initial reaction was to reply to Stephanie and tell her it was he who wrote that story. But he wondered what, if anything, he had to gain by doing this. Then he asked himself what he had to lose. His relationship with Stephanie had ended amid much acrimony, and since then he’d had no contact whatsoever with her. He had thought of her countless times since then, and even allowed himself to dream about a reconciliation between them. But those dreams and longings had always vanished like smoke when he told himself that she was undoubtedly no longer single — perhaps even married. Even if she wasn’t, he could not imagine her wanting anything to do with him ever again.

Glen got up and went over to his stereo. Reaching towards the shelf of compact discs on the wall he pulled out Oh Mercy and placed the disc in the tray. The room instantly became filled with the sound of Dylan’s raspy voice. Glen paced the floor for close to fifteen minutes, thinking about Stephanie and trying to decide how to respond to her feedback, if at all. Once he grew tired he sat down on the edge of his couch.

Tears welled in Glen’s eyes as he listened to “Most of the Time”. He wiped them away with the heel of his hand, then got up and returned to his computer. He stared at the feedback email that Stephanie had sent, then began typing:

Hi Steph… This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but it’s me, Glen… Glen Thomkins. I’ve been writing these stories for a while now. Thanks for the feedback. I’m glad that you liked my story and hope that all is well with you. Take care.

Glen/epiphora79

Glen read and re-read what he had written several times before sending the email. Once he had sent it a feeling of near dread washed over him. He imagined Stephanie replying to tell him to go to fuck-off, or worse. For a while he thought that maybe the kindest thing she could do was to not reply at all. He went to the fridge and brought out a can of beer, then sank into the couch once more as he gulped it down. His mind was in turmoil as thoughts of the past and the possible future swirled inside his head. Dylan’s voice was still coming from the stereo speakers. Now he was singing about seeing a shooting star and a fire truck leaving hell. Glen felt as though he was in hell too, but one of his own design.

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When Glen returned home from work the next day he was half-way to his computer desk even before the door closed behind him. Nervousness and apprehension filled him as he waited for his computer to boot and for his Hotmail Inbox to appear on the screen. His heart lept when he saw that Stephanie had replied to his email. The subject was simply “HI!”. Even that much seemed friendly and promising to Glen. He clicked on the link and read her email:

Hi Glen… Yes, I was shocked when I found out that it was you who’d written those stories. I’ve read them all. You’re a very good writer. I never knew you had this talent, but I hope you continue to pursue it. You could probably make a career out of it. I’m doing fine and hope that you are as well. I’d like to see you sometime, if you want. How does getting together at Joe’s Java for coffee sound? Let me know, okay? Steph

Glen smiled as he read Stephanie’s email for the third time. His heart was racing as he quickly typed a reply, thanking her for the email and saying that he did want to meet her for coffee sometime. He tried not to sound too eager or hopeful, but found it difficult because he was. Once he had sent his reply to Stephanie he made himself supper, although he did not feel much like eating.

That evening Glen watched TV, or at least stared expressionless at the screen for a few hours. He checked his email three times, hoping that Stephanie had replied. Each time he returned to the couch, disappointed. By the time eleven o’clock had passed he decided to go to bed and face yet another sleepless night, haunted by ghosts of his past. But first, he wanted to check his email one last time.

Glen’s face broke into a wide smile when he saw that Stephanie had replied to him. Her email was brief, simply asking if he could meet her the next evening at seven at the coffee shop where they had spent many weekend afternoons together. Still beaming, Glen quickly typed, telling Stephanie that he would meet her tomorrow night and was looking forward to seeing her. Then he went to bed, feeling happier and more hopeful than he had in years.

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The smell of coffee filled Glen’s nostrils as he stepped inside Joe’s Java the next evening at fifteen minutes before seven. The room was crowded and filled with the sounds of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Glen’s eyes scanned the patrons as his pulse quickened. After five or more seconds he saw Stephanie sitting towards the back of the cafe. She was wearing bluejeans and a white blouse with a tiny floral pattern. Her curly brown hair was longer than when Glen had seen her last. When her hazel eyes locked on him a smile instantly appeared on her pretty face and she waved at him.

Glen quickly walked towards the table where Stephanie was sitting. His smile widened and his heart accelerated with each step. For a few moments he stood beside her, speechless, as his eyes moved over her. She looked even more lovely and captivating than she did four years ago. Glen felt a lump in his throat.

“Hey. I’m glad you came,” Stephanie said, looking up at him.

“Me too,” he replied with a nervous laugh, then looked back towards the barista. “I’m going to get a coffee and I’ll be right back,” he told her.

As he stood at the counter waiting for his coffee Glen turned back towards Stephanie three times. Each time he saw that her dazzling eyes were still on him and her face was adorned with a smile. Glen held his mug of coffee tightly as he returned to her table and sat down opposite her.

Stephanie blushed and took a drink of coffee. “Thanks. It’s amazing what a little makeup and a curling iron can do,” she said with a laugh.

Glen felt his nervousness begin to wane as he listened to her voice and admired her beauty from across the table. “Your hair is longer,” he said as he ran his eyes over her curly brown tresses.

“Your’s is thinning,” she teased.

“Thanks, Steph,” he droned. “You’re a peach.”

Stephanie grinned and her hazel eyes flickered. “You used to say that I tasted like one — like the girl in that Dire Straits song about expresso,” she said.

Glen shifted uncomfortably in his chair at her mention of their intimate past. His blue eyes left hers and he stared at the coffee mug he was clutching.

“Oh, c’mon, Glen,” she said. “There’s no point in trying to pretend that stuff never happened, because it did — it was great too. At least it was for me.”

A smile slowly returned to his face. “Yeah, it was,” he said as his mind became flooded with memories.

Stephanie peered into her old lover’s blue eyes. She had forgotten how bright they were, but seeing them shine for her after many years stirred emotions in her that she had suppressed for a long time. “Are you still a big Bob Dylan and Tom Waits fan?” she asked.

Glen chuckled. “As long as I have a heart beating in my chest,” he said.

Stephanie smiled, reassured by the familiarity of him. “I bought Closing Time about six months after… after we broke up,” she confessed with a bashful smile. “Just because “Martha” reminds me of us, or at least gave me some hope.”

“I haven’t listened to that album in years,” he said with a heavy sigh.

“Because you don’t like it, or…”

“No… because I can’t stand the pain,” he told her, his eyes darting away again. “If I never hear “Lonely” ever again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Didn’t you learn to turn the pain off, like Bob Dylan?” she asked, only half-jokingly.

“If Bob really learned to turn it off, like he claims, he wouldn’t have written those songs about Sara that he did,” he scoffed. “Songs are like my stories — they’re fantasy.”

Stephanie reached across the table and gave her former lover’s hand a soft squeeze. Her brown eyes met his and she flashed him a feeble smile. “But your stories have more than a kernel of truth to them,” she reminded him. “You turned me into one of your characters, remember? I re-read them all after I found out you wrote them. I can see so much of you in them, Glen. I’m surprised I never suspected you’d written them long ago.”

“Well, like they say: write about what you know,” Glen said. He cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Did you like them?” he asked.

“Of course I liked them. But I guess you already know that,” she said. “And I liked them even more after I knew you’d written them.”

“That surprises me,” Glen replied with a nervous laugh.

“Probably about as much as I was surprised when I found out that you wrote them,” she replied. “Some of them are kind of… kinky. That one about breast bondage was really hot though. I never knew those sorts of things interested you. I feel like there’s a part of you I never got to know.”

“Well, it’s not the type of thing you always admit to, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed with a nod.

“It’s too bad we couldn’t have been more open about this stuff when we were together,” Stephanie mused aloud. “Things with us could have gotten a lot more… interesting.” She shot him a foxy grin as she brought the coffee mug up to her moist lips.

“It’s too bad that we couldn’t have been more open about a lot of things,” he said, then felt guilty. “No — I take that back. It’s too bad that I couldn’t have been more open about a lot of things. But I was so scared that if I was too honest regarding some of the reasons why I wanted to end it that it would only hurt you even more.” He frowned and avoided her eyes. “But that doesn’t matter anymore,” he muttered.

“It’s okay, Glen,” she said reassuringly. “And it does matter — you matter to me. You always have. I can’t imagine you not mattering to me, even if we’re not in touch with each other.”

“Thanks, and I hope you know I feel the same. I think of you so much, Steph. You wouldn’t believe some of the stupid things that remind me of you,” he said, then fell silent for a bit. “I’m glad you’re not bitter about it all either,” he added in a solemn voice.

“How could I be? We had some great times. That’s what I choose to remember,” she told him.

“Yeah, me too,” he breathed. “But, if I had to do it all over again…”

“I hope you’d do it all over me,” she interjected and let out a brassy laugh.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Steph,” he said, giving his head a shake.

“I feel like I have,” she said. “It’s been four years, Glen. You can’t tell me you haven’t changed at all. We’ll both be thirty soon. I’m beginning to feel old.”

“You don’t look it,” he told her.

“Oh… how do I look then?” she asked as she leaned back in her chair.

Glen thought for a moment as he ran his eyes over her. He felt the beginning of an erection and said “You look the same… great — lovely as ever.”

Glen let out a sharp laugh. “That’s ’cause they weigh a ton, Steph. I think I sprained my wrist holding them up one night,” he said, feeling his cock throb harder.

“You always did like my tits, didn’t you?” She giggled as she straightened her back. Her clit jumped and she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Yeah…” he said as his eyes moved towards her chest.

Many seconds of silence fell between the couple until Stephanie said “It’s so good to see you again. I’ve thought about you so many times, and wanted to call, but… I guess I was scared you’d hang up on me, or that a woman would answer the phone. I don’t know which would have hurt more.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve thought about you too. I even picked up the phone a few times and punched in a few numbers, but always chickened-out for the same reasons,” he said. “Even when I emailed you I was scared you’d reply and tell me to go to hell, or just not reply at all.”

“I was shocked when I read that email, but in a good way,” she said. “Thank god for Literotica.”

“Yeah, here’s to writing smut,” Glen said as he raised his coffee mug to her.

Stephanie laughed as she knocked her mug against the rim of his, then took another drink of coffee. “Can I ask you something?” she said.

Glen grew nervous and apprehensive when he heard her request, but was not going to deny it. He knew that he couldn’t deny her anything. “Of course,” he told her.

“Didn’t it feel weird writing a story about a character who was essentially me?” Stephanie gave him a puzzled look as she posed her question.

“No,” Glen said immediately, then became quiet as he thought for a moment. “This may sound weird, but it made me feel connected to you — like I was getting my one opportunity to say things I knew I’d never get a chance to say face to face.”

“Like you were writing from your soul to me from you — to paraphrase Bob,” she said with a dim smile.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m glad you sent me that feedback, and included your email address too.”

“So am I,” she said with a grateful sigh. “I’d read your stories before, but this one really touched a nerve and I had to write to tell you how much I liked it.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Don’t thank me,” Stephanie said. “I ended up doing myself a favour.” She glanced at her watch, then up to him again. “I should get going in a while. I’ve got test papers to correct and hand back for English class tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he said. “It was great to see you again, Steph. Can we, ah, get together again sometime for coffee?”

“Of course. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily now that I’ve found you again. Are you still living at the place on Montague St.?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a quick nod.

“Alone?” she said with a sly smile.

“Yeah… I’ve been alone for four years,” he said.

“I’m single too,” she said flatly.

Silence fell as Glen and Stephanie’s minds began to race and fill with possibilities. He took a drink of coffee, gazing at her from over the rim of his mug. She gave him a shy smile and pushed her hair back over her shoulders.

“I’d like to stop in some night,” Stephanie said nervously.

Glen’s mouth tightened. “Steph, I… ah… are you sure that’s a good idea?” he said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she said and grinned.

“I’d love that — really, but…” His voice died and his eyes left hers again.

But what?” she asked.

Glen’s lips grew tight. “Steph, we can’t relive the past,” he said.

“No, and I don’t want to; that’s over. But who knows… the future is still unwritten,” she told him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed. “I’m just so scared of screwing up again. We could have a great friendship, you know?”

“True, but you know that both of us would still want more than just that,” she countered. “We can’t be just friends. There’s too much of a spark there.”

Glen smiled. “Yeah… more like a flame, I’d say,” he said wistfully.

“So, how does tomorrow night around seven sound?” she asked.

“Like something I’ve dreamed of for years,” he said.

“Me too,” she said.

Stephanie slung her purse over her shoulder and stood up. She reached out for Glen as he got to his feet and hugged him. A shiver rippled through her as his arms went around her. She kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his neck.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven,” she breathed into his ear.

“I can’t wait,” he said and kissed her pink cheek.

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The next evening Glen had just finished washing his supper dishes and was wiping the kitchen table when he heard the knock at the door. His heart leapt and he turned around and saw Stephanie standing there. He hurried to the door to let her in.

“Hey,” she said as she stepped inside.

Glen’s eyes moved down her body. She was wearing a long purple skirt with ruffles at the hem and a light pink blouse. “Hey, it’s great to see you again,” he said.

Stephanie walked over to the kitchen table and sat her purse on it, then turned to smile at him. “Tidying-up before I got here, I see,” she teased.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said.

“How tidy is the living room?” she asked.

“Ah, not bad,” he said, a little confused by her question.

“Show me.” Stephanie took his hand in hers and guided him into the living room. When they were in front of the couch she pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his. Her hand glided up his back as their tongues danced. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach, but that wasn’t where she wanted it to be.

“Mmmm… I’d forgotten what a great kisser you are,” he said as he looked into her eyes, licking his lips.

“You too,” she purred, running her hand along his side and stealing a glance at the bulge in his jeans.

Stephanie turned towards his stereo, then back to him. “Mind if I put something on?” she asked.

“Go ahead,” he said, “As long as…”

“I know — not Closing Time,” she interjected with a grin.

“Or Blue Valentine,” he added.

Stephanie could feel the pulsing of her clit as her eyes roamed the rows of compact discs. But her heart was also racing and felt lighter than it had in years. “How about Slow Train Coming then?” she asked, turning back to him.

“That sounds great,” Glen replied.

After Stephanie had started the CD she took Glen by the hand and pulled him down on the couch beside her. She held him to her and settled into his strong arms. She closed her eyes and gave a soft moan as his hand stroked her back. Already she was quite wet, but she knew that soon she would be dripping and craving him, like years ago.

Glen slid his fingers along Stephanie’s delicate jawline and cupped her chin in his hand. He tilted her head up as his lips met hers, sucking and tugging at them. He could feel her firm breasts pressed to his chest as they kissed and her hand sliding down to his right hip. When he curled his fingers around her left breast and squeezed it she moaned and writhed slightly.

Glen’s fingers trembled as he began unbuttoning Stephanie’s blouse. Once he had it open to her navel he tugged it apart so he could cup her heavy mounds through her bra. Her thick nipples poked out at the white lace and he rubbed her left one as he kneaded her other breast.

“God, you’re beautiful, Steph,” he said as he caressed her.

“Me, or my tits?” she joked.

“You — all of you,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “I love your tits, but don’t ever think that’s all I love about you; there’s so much.”

“Thanks. I feel the same. You’re so easy to love, Glen,” Stephanie said as her hand glided up his thigh. She cupped his package, giving his shaft a slow rub through his jeans.

“Careful, it’s loaded,” he joked.

Stephanie moaned and rubbed his shaft harder. “How about you unload it on me… all over my tits and my face,” she purred.

Glen tugged at her bra and uncovered her left nipple. He wrapped his lips around her coppery nub and began sucking and pulling at it with his lips. When she arched her back he began squeezing her right breast harder and pinching her thick nipple between his fingers. His cock was throbbing as she rubbed it through his jeans. It was so hard now that it was becoming uncomfortable. He wanted to take it out, but he wanted it to be in her even more.

“You know what I find ironic?” she said as she looked down at him teasing her nipple.

“What?” he asked in a ragged voice.

“Even though we were apart, you still made me cum — with your stories,” she admitted.

Glen laughed. “I’d rather do it the old-fashioned way though,” he said as he looked up at her.

“Or maybe we could invent a few new ways,” she said. “Your stories have given me ideas… really naughty ones.”

“Mmmm… I like the sound of that,” he told her.

“How about we move this party upstairs?” she suggested as she leaned away slightly.

Glen’s smile drained from his face and his eyes shifted as he sat up. “I, ah, don’t have any condoms, Steph,” he mumbled.

“So?” she said dismissively. “We’ve done it plenty of times before without condoms; it’ll be okay, Glen.”

When Glen didn’t reply, Stephanie bristled. Her mouth tightened as she studied the compunctious expression on his face. “I know you don’t want to hear about this, but we might as well face it now,” she began. “Since you, I’ve only been with one guy, and I always played safe. I don’t want to get AIDS any more than you do. I’m not stupid, Glen.” She paused for a few moments, then added “That’s what you were worried about, isn’t it?”

“Well, it did cross my mind,” he said, feeling like a cad.

“Well, you can put it out of your mind. I’m not dying to have sex,” she assured him.

“I’m sorry, Steph. It’s just that…”

“You don’t have to explain,” she said, masking her hurt. “I understand; I can’t blame you. It’s been four years, and you don’t know what I’ve been doing.”

“Just so you know, there hasn’t been anyone for me since you,” he said.

“No one?” she blurted out as her eyes widened.

“I went on a couple of dates, but my heart just wasn’t in it,” he told her. “I kept comparing them to you and they couldn’t measure-up. They just made me miss you even more.”

Stephanie smiled and laid back against him. She held him tight as she wiggled closer, looking down at the outline of his hard cock through the denim.

“Come on,” Glen said. He leaned back a ways and looked into her sultry eyes, then to her round cleavage as he stood up.

“Where?” she asked.

“Upstairs. I want to show you something.”

Stephanie giggled as she stood up and reached for his hand. Together, they ascended the stairs and entered his bedroom. After she took a few steps beyond the threshold Stephanie stopped. A peculiar expression came over her face as she stared at the bed.

“What is it?” he asked with concern as his hand ran up her back to her right shoulder.

Stephanie turned to him, smiling again. “I was just thinking of all the times you made me cum on that bed,” she told him.

Glen began unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way and pulled it from inside her skirt. “How about we add a few more times to the tally,” he said. He tugged her to him by her blouse and kissed her wet lips.

“Mmmm… please,” she purred. “My fingers have been no substitute for your cock.”

Glen kicked his shoes off and started unbuttoning his shirt. He watched Stephanie as she began undressing beside the bed. Her pendulous breasts swayed and her dusky nipples pointed towards him. Once he tossed his boxers aside and was naked he placed his hands on the curve of her smooth hips and eased her against his body. His hard shaft rubbed over her wet petals and she rocked her hips as they kissed.

Breaking their kiss, Stephanie tugged at his hand as she backed up towards the bed. She laid down on it, running her hands up his back as he settled between her open thighs. She wrapped her legs around his and drug her nails up his spine, making him let out a deep moan.

Glen looked down at her and smiled. He kissed her as he lowered himself on her, stroking her left thigh. He let out another moan as the head of his shaft slipped between her wet lips.

“Welcome home, Glen,” Stephanie said as she felt him push into her. She lifted her ass from the bed and gave his shaft a squeeze deep within her walls.

“God, you feel wonderful,” he groaned as he began pumping. “You’re so beautiful, Steph.” He bent down and pinched her right nipple between his lips and began sucking hard as he worked his cock in and out of her faster. He felt her grip him deep within her tight pussy and began thrusting harder as his heavy balls slapped against her. Her breasts had begun to move with their rhythm and he gripped her left one hard as he met her with each hard stab his shaft made into her.

“Oh god, Glen… fuck me hard,” she cried out. “I used to think of us doing this when I played with myself… now I want it for real.”

Stephanie’s legs were wrapped tightly around him and Glen raised up on his knees. He grabbed her hips tight, his fingertips pressing into her, and continued to piston his cock in and out. He watched her heavy round breasts jiggle and listened to her moans grow louder. His right hand moved down her stomach and he pressed his thumb to her clit. She cried out as he began rubbing her button and pressed down harder on it.

“Oh shit, Glen… I’m going to…”

Stephanie never finished her sentence before her first orgasm rushed through her. She arched her back and twisted on the bed as she cried out in ecstasy. Glen held her tighter, still pumping his thick shaft and rubbing her pink pearl with his thumb. He looked down, watching his shiny cock move in and out of her, then observed the look of pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as he took her, just as they had both longed for over the past four years.

“I’m so close, Steph,” he moaned a while later.

“Cum on me, Glen” she begged. “Shoot it all over my tits… my face… I want it everywhere.”

Glen slipped from inside her and moved up her body. He groped at her right breast, tugging and pinching her swollen nipple while he stroked his meat. Stephanie watched, running her hands over his thighs. He came with a throaty moan as the first stream of his thick cum erupted from his slit. It splashed over her left breast, running across the firm nipple.

“Oh god, Glen… cum all over me,” she moaned.

Seconds later Stephanie felt more of his cum shoot over her skin. It landed over her lips and cheek, then began to run down her face. She licked her lips and brushed her fingers over her cheek, smearing his jism over her soft, hot skin. A third, final burst landed on her upper lip. She felt it run into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly, craving more.

Panting hard and still holding his cock in his hand, Glen lowered himself on her. He squeezed the base of his shaft and moved his tight fingers down towards the head. One last big drop of his thick cum ran from the gaping slit and he wiped it off on her tongue as she stuck it out to receive it. Stephanie moaned and sucked at the head of his cock, hoping to get every bit of his seed that she could.

Glen rolled over on his left side, facing Stephanie. He smiled at her as his hand glided down her side to her hip. Her skin felt hot and silky smooth. He pulled her closer and kissed her wet lips, tasting himself on them. “I’d almost forgotten what an amazing lover you are,” he said.

“Thanks, so are you. None of my fantasies about you even begin to compare to this,” Stephanie said, her voice still thick with arousal. “How about I remind you every day from now on how great we are together, just in case you forget.”

Stephanie giggled as she looked into his eyes. Then when she saw his expression change she understood how he felt at that moment. “What are you scared of, Glen?” she asked.

Glen let out a heavy sigh as his eyes darted about. “I’m scared of it not working out — like last time — scared of getting hurt again. But maybe more than anything, I’m scared of hurting you all over again, Steph,” he told her. “I know what you went through four years ago, and I’d hate myself if it happened again.”

Stephanie looked into his eyes and moved closer. She rested her arm over him and met his gaze. “Glen, I’m a big girl now, remember?” she said. “I know what I want and I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts,” she interjected. “If you don’t want me anymore, then please tell me, but don’t act like a martyr and say you’re rejecting me for my own good.”

Glen sighed. “Okay,” he relented. “I do still want you, Steph. I never stopped wanting you. You must have known that as soon as you knew I’d written that story.”

Stephanie nodded. “Yes, but they’re just fantasy, right?” she countered with a sly grin.

“Sometimes fantasy can become reality,” he said. “And there was already a good amount of reality in that story anyway.”

Stephanie thought for a while, then began speaking. “Look. Glen, I’m not asking you to promise me forever like before. I don’t believe in forever anymore because now I know that nothing lasts forever. Life never turns out as you planned it. There’s no script,” she said. “All I ask is that you promise that you’ll be with me tomorrow. And if tomorrow comes, I’ll ask you the same thing again. And the next day… and the next… Can you do that?”

Glen smiled lovingly at Stephanie and kissed her lips again tenderly. “Yes, absolutely,” he said. “I’ll be with you tomorrow, Steph.”

“Thank-you. That’s all I want,” she said as she rested her head on his chest.

Feelings of peace and unspoken love filled Glen and Stephanie as they lay in each other’s arms. Neither of them feared the future or dwelled on the past anymore. They knew they had tomorrow together, and that was much more than they’d had in years. Each of them felt confident that the rest would happen naturally.